Fluer
“Noah.” I tried to say his name, but it was hard with my face crushed against his chest like it was. I needed him to loosen his grip a little bit. just enough for me to be able to speak. He was too far gone for that. His voice choked as he said my name, his tears wetting my face and hair.
He sounded like a broken man. And after what I had heard I knew why. His admissions to the others when he thought I was unconscious ripped through me.
Everyone had always thought the worse of him, myself included. I had been so quick to judge him. I had twisted his words I realised with a start. Every time he had told me something important, I had twisted them to coincide with my own negative thoughts. I had believed my own narrative because it suited me better.
In my head, my dragon thrash
