axel

::thirty three::

Point of View: noah 

[This is gospel for the fallen ones

Locked away in permanent slumber

Assembling their philosophies

From pieces of broken memories

Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart] {This is Gospel; Panic! at the Disco} 

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Dear North,

I guess I'm going to break my "code" of not giving letters to people, because I'm going to give this one to you tonight at the school showing of your movie. Which I'm really amped to see by the way, since it's the reason we started hanging out in the first place.

Anyways.

I guess, I just wanted to say thanks, you know?

I mean my life was falling apart, and nobody really wanted to stick around and help me to pick up the pieces. Everybody had their own problems and issues and no wanted to help me with mine. Which was fine, I mean that's the way the world works. We rarely stop to help others unless there's something in it for us.

But you were the exception. You were the flaw in my well planned out plan of never being happy and being okay with that.

I never ever ever would have landed that triple axel without you, you know that don't you?

I would have give up so long ago, thrown in the towel and gone home and cried.

But it was more than the triple axel, North.

You were my only friend in the world there for a while. You sat with me in the hospital for hours and hours as I waited to see if my brother would live. 

That is rare and quite frankly, weird, to see in a person.

Most people don't care that much, North.

But you cared. 

From the moment I met you, you cared. 

So, thank you.

Thank you for caring and for never losing hope in me, and for pushing me.

Thank you, North Salem, for just being there for me.

~Noah

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I'm standing outside the school, and it's freezing and the wind is whipping my hair everywhere, but I don't go in yet.

I'm just leaning against the door, thinking about how much has changed in my life in the past six months. I shove my hands farther into my coat and sigh into the air, turning it white.

After a few moments, my nose starts to freeze and I decide to go inside. I turn the knob of the door and enter the high school gymnasium. I go to the public school, and North goes to this private one, so we don't cross paths in our school life. I go in and take a seat towards the back, settling into the bleacher. Well, I mean as well as you can settle into a bleacher.

A few moments later the door opens and North and a few other people, one being Sam, walk inside. North looks around for a moment, so I wave a little bit.