Noah
February
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He'd like to say that he's over her. That he'd moved on. That he was fine without her.
But as February hit, he knew he wasn't fooling anyone.
It was her favorite month. If things had been the same, he would be preparing something special for her, he would be guaranteeing that he would put a smile on her gorgeous freckled face.
But things weren't the same. And Arsen knew that, all too well.
Noah kept picturing the times that he spent every moment with her, hearing her laugh and knowing that he was in deep.
Maybe it was her brown eyes. Maybe it was her scent. She was his happy place, she was his safe haven, she was his home. But he guesses that sometimes homes move because of leaks and cracks, and it wasn't the home that was damaged, but the foundation. The foundation of their love was broken.
He once again decided to go out, this time with the girl who reminded him of Dixie, so he could pretend that she was Dixie and like everything was normal.
They went to the little cafe that Dixie loved, because apparently the girl also loved it too.
"You know, sometimes I feel like you don't see me." The girl says, as the leaves crunch beneath her feet.
Noah looks over at her, trying to remind himself that she's not Dixie. "What do you mean?"
"I feel like you don't see the real me. A lot of people don't. They see this one weird girl that stands out in a crowd because of her weird clothes or the enormous amount of freckles on her face." She says, bluntly.
He doesn't know what to say to that, so he decides to make her feel better, or at least, try to.
"You know what I see? I see a beautiful girl with an amazing heart. You seem to care a lot about others and you never dress funny, you always look good. And that's the truth." He says, leaning against the wall of the cafe.
Suddenly, she closes the space between them and puts her lips against his.
Noah murmurs in shock and pushes her away after a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts.
He hears the scrape of ice in the distance and as he turns, he swears he sees Dixie walking away.
Dixie. Her unique, flowing, brown hair, her favorite winter boots and her favorite winter coat.
He wanted to tell her that he missed the way her skin flushed whenever she saw him, he wanted to tell her that he missed the way she took her coffee and the way she jiggled her leg when she was nervous about something. He wanted to tell her he still remembered where each freckle was on her porcelain skin, he wanted to hear her laugh again, he wanted to tell her that he adores her and forgives her and wants her back, and that she was his entire world.
Instead, he watched her walk away in the cold February air.
He'd like to say that he's over her. That he had moved on. That he was fine without her.
But obviously, he's not fooling anyone.
