hi, this is noa...
where are you alice?
right now? home, i guess
you guess?
it's the closest thing to a home as a home can get.
can you come out now?
i think so... why?
do you want to... meet?
...
it's alright if you don't want to. i understand. i understand that i'm one hell of a creepo so -
shut up noa. who said i'm not going. where the hell are you?
well my home, i guess. it's the place where you found me.
it can't be...
well yeah, but it is. it really is alice. here i am. so come and get me.
hell noa. i'm running there.
what...?
i said i'm running there.
(and she ran. she ignored the persisting, racing heart beat and the ache in her stomach. she ignored the wind that roughly grazed the careful sides of her cheeks. she ran, like she had never ran before. she ran with a purpose. her heart pumping harder than ever, for a single purpose. she ran for another before herself. but only the curious stars that cared for her efforts. the lingering moon that graced light upon her path. her hand clutched tightly around her phone. her destination. her route and all her hope.
when she found him, he seemed to have mirrored her. flustered, red in the face and equally nervous. his hand caressed his phone, the one that used to be alice's. something of the old. but his own new tiny world. their eyes had carried warmth and recognition. a clear message. 'i know you'. and all the awkwardness of first ties seemed to flutter away, like the shadows of the night. this was where they had started. the beginning of their story. where alice purposely dropped her phone. and noa had coincidentally (or by fate) had picked at up. the lonely playground for the old. the circus of feelings and memories. this was noa's home.)
noa.
hello alice.
(and they sat in crystallized slience. in acceptance. and in themselves.)
