Noah
Three and a half years later.
Noah sat on the balcony of the plantation he was restoring. His father had just made a speech that made him crash into reality for a few minutes. He said that even if he rebuilt the house, it wouldn't bring back Allie. Noah looked up at the half painted house. Half white, half rotted through. For some reason, he thought for sure that it would bring her back to him. When she saw what he accomplished for her, she would show up on his porch one morning. Noah scratched at his full beard and let his mind get lost in his thoughts.
Why does everyone have to make this so hard? Hell, I know what I want, and honey, your not that far.
Noah wrapped his arms around himself and felt the sting of cold pass by. He hadnt noticed it was cold out until his father mentioned it. The sheer thought of Allie and the house brought him a sense of warmth, but once he stepped into reality, the warmth was gone.
When the warmth was gone, he thought of the fight Allie and himself had had the night before she went back to Charleston. The tears, the slaps, the overwelming feeling of both their hearts breaking. With a heavy sigh, Noah grabbed his beer and headed down the ladder to get some much needed rest, and to see Allie. Even if it only was a dream.
Would you forgive, all my mistakes, yeah, I know you hate me, but it's for my sake.
