~Noah~
"My love, give me your cellphone!” I was looking at the tarmac as we landed in Barcelona. I was there, but my focus wasn’t there at all. “Noah! Your cellphone now, please.” I growled at the voice that resounded in my head.
I felt the bump of the wheels making contact with the asphalt, I didn’t even have the mental capacity to be scared when the plane touched the runway. “Noah?” I felt a small hand cupping my head, the smell of mocha covering me, calming the rage inside. My vision came back.
Charlotte embraced me, putting my head on the two circular scars on her neck. I took a deep breath, and my arms snaked through her waist, sinking my face into her, trying to swallow the pain away. “Noah, I need your cellphone, so I can call home.” I shook my head, knowing what was going to be
