( the clockworks turns and the order of the worlds are coming closer and closer while some hearts are breaking. time doesn't heal, it just nulls the pain. makes it more acceptable. but time can also string a bond pulling it to make it tighter. this was the case for noa and alice. two strangers. two strangers closer than ever. two stranger who couldn't live without the other.
they met without fail on every saturday, twilight. sometimes alice comes to the playground half an hour before. to calm the beating of her heart, before it broke out of her rib cage and attacked noa. sometimes noa comes late with band aid on his wrist. but when they were together, even the most stressful of life circumstances were considered trivial. what mattered was them. )
( noa leaned against the metal of the swing. fidgeting back and forth, and making marks on the sand, writing letters on them. alice trots in. her hands folded neatly behind her. )
alice
noa.
( alice sat on the other swing, twisting the ends of her hair with her fingers. her hair formed small droplets around her hand. noa watched curiously )
what?
nothing.
no really, what?
no it's just that... you look pretty alice
( a shy smile formed on noa's cheeks, while a pink hue appeared on alice's )
you're just saying that.
no, i'm not.
yes you are.
are you questioning my genuineness ?
not really...
( noa tilted his head side ways. )
alice.
what now?
you still look pretty side ways.
