Re: Mini-log: Noah NW + Holly NW
Noah was crying. He could feel the wetness heavy on his lashes, but cold somehow, as he tried to tear a hole in his own throat for the barest shred of breath. Then, suddenly, Holly was there. It was like he materialized out of nowhere. And in the endless, devouring black of what Noah assumed was the bedroom, Holly was there, like the single pinhole in a camera obscura. He was talking and Noah could hear him. But, they appeared in his head the way thoughts did. He knew what Holly was saying. He couldn't hear him.
The hand that touched Noah's own scrabbling fingers brought them both slamming back into reality for Noah. The room broke open into itself. And Noah finally took a ragged, gasping breath that became a wordless sob as he reached for Holly.