Novah
“Nolan?” my voice breaks at the end as he cups my cheeks, moving my hair out of my face, “Yes, my love, it’s me,” he replies, eyes gleaming with unshed tears before placing a kiss on my forehead while I tremble, clutching his shirt, not believing that he’s really here and not understanding why he looks like this. His hands move to my neck and break the collar and I shudder when they come in contact with the exposed skin of my back as he wraps his arms around me. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner,” he says, and I bury my face against his chest now audibly crying and shaking with sobs. He holds me, sliding to the floor before pulling me onto his lap as he continues muttering comforting words, his one arm holding me flush against him while the other strokes my hair.
“What-what happ
