Re: Mini-log: Noah NW + Holly NW
He wanted to crawl into Holly. That was what Noah felt. Like it was the only place he'd be safe. He was shaking his head, blinking back tears that burned now, tears that cauterized his corneas like he was shedding something caustic. "Black. It was black." Said through hiccoughing sobs. "I couldn't breathe. Something was pulling me." He made a gross, wet sniffling sound and ran his nose over the back of his hand. His fingers still felt cold. "I couldn't get away." If he was in any pain at the moment, it hadn't set in past the shock. "I—I think it was someone else's dream?" He didn't know if it was. But, it had felt like an invasion in his head. Like something had forced itself on his brainpan, spattering and drowning it in black, black, black. It wasn't often things felt that foreign to Noah, but that did. Quieter: "What happened?"