Disclaimer : I do not own Glee.
A.N Dedicated to Mel and Mona who told me I should post this, and also to xXLittle Rose AngelXx who is crazy busy at the minute with very important final year assignments.
Then I felt my cheeks turn rosy pink. It sounded like such an easy question: "Have you met before?" But what answer to give? And why was my entire face suddenly burning with heat? It wasn't a normal reaction and yet I knew that if I looked in a mirror, my cheeks would now be a vivid shade of red.
The man in front of me looked almost amused, but there was some other emotion in his eyes, one that I could not name, just like I couldn't name him. He seemed to be waiting on my reply.
If only I was able to remember. Then maybe I would have said he was the first boy to ever pull my hair; we were both four and wanted the same toy. He was also the boy who would one day walk me home from school, our hands tangled together. That day he would steal a kiss, another first. He was the boy who grew into the most important person in my life.
Somewhere in my head lurked memories of a magical night together. Soft touches, kisses that seemed to last forever. Our souls joining together, imitating the dance of our bodies.
A glimpse of a ring floated before my eyes. Purple stones that glimmered, set in a band of silver, or white gold perhaps? Even now I could feel the weight of the ring on my finger. Although I knew it had rested there for a long time, I couldn't recall who had put it there.
For a brief second I watched as doubt crossed the stranger's face. I couldn't keep watching him, his pain growing with every moment that passed. As my eyes closed I heard snippets of the conversation around me. I lay still on the bed, phrases like head trauma, amnesia, possibly long-term, so sorry sir, filling my head.
A warm hand touched mine. A thumb brushed over my knuckles. A familar melody echoed in the sudden quiet. Memories seemed to become less fuzzy, but still my confusion remained.
Normally my memory, my brain, my head were my compass. My guide as I made my way through the twisted road that was my life. This time however it was my heart, that organ that I never truly believed in enough to trust, that gave me the answer I was searching for.
The man wasn't a stranger. He was home.
"Noah."
A.N. A little different perhaps but I really hope you all like it.
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As ever my thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read ~Carrie