#convo:no

               “ I found it quite strange... the way you said her name... ” noah hesitated, trying to gather the words. she didn’t talk about things like this usually with him: emotions or either of their pasts before they’d met. it was hard enough for her on her own to navigate her own feelings, trying to help him navigate through his on top of it had always seemed like such an intimidating task. but as of late, it seemed to her that pretending that life before each other didn’t matter much wasn’t doing either of them any good, so she felt it might do better to try to work through some things together. he looked so utterly tired and exhausted, his bad dreams coming out outwardly with each passing day. she loved him so much, she hated seeing him tormented like this and she wanted to find out what the reason was. “ It's more to this than what you say... cause in your sleep you called her name...”

               by the spirits... what was she doing? the thought ran around in her head like a marathon. this was a bad idea, wasn’t it? showing her true self, all of her... but it wasn’t as if they were someone she didn’t know or didn’t trust in some capacity. plus, if she was being honest... she was just tired of hiding.                 “ this um... this is most likely going to freak you out. but just... ” she took in a shaking breath. “ i... i think it should tell you about it... but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. ”

               >hey it’s noah                >i’m here by the door                >have u sat down yet?

                          “ i’m sorry...” noah lowered her hand and gave neema a small smile, hoping it’d soften her obvious cross of the other’ boundaries. “ i don’t mean to pry so much. i just, feel like i don’t know you as much as i’d like to sometimes...”

                          the heaviness of her heart was much like a stone fast sinking to a riverbed. noah’s gaze faltered and reached the floor, her empathy for them swelling and tickling at the backs of her tear ducts. she knew no details, but the weight of their tone rang with familiarity in her heart. it was a innate part of her nature to pick up on the feelings of others; she absorbed their strain and it lived in her pores as they sat shoulder to shoudler.                           “ actually, i’m quite good at keeping things to myself, ” she admitted in a mumble. “ i wouldn’t mind helping you shoulder a bit of that burden if you like... ”

                 she could not hear anything going on around her. it was the first time in months she’d picked up the love of her life; her violin. she’d picked a spot in the park, deciding that maybe it’d do her good not to shut herself off from the world for a day. the bench she stood near with her backpack stuck just under, was close to a water feature (added comfort) and so far didn’t have too much traffic. noah was playing with her eyes closed, a piece she hadn’t touched in a long time, but was the first to come to her. it wasn’t complete to those listening, but it was in her head, and that was enough for her. for a moment, she popped her eyes open to see a couple of people gathered around and gave a small smile, though anxiety began to bloom in her chest. she kept going, deciding it might be better not to keep her eyes closed the whole time. in made her spirits lift to know that anyone was interested in listening to her emotions as they went about their day.

noah: i can’t wait for you to get homenoah: ive got something nice for you baby ;P