Ila was still looking up at him, haunting his heart with
that gaze, and she dropped her arms to wrap them around his neck, and his hands
found their way to the arch of her back. They danced, and Noah told himself
that if he’d ever lost the beaming soul in his arms, he would never see the
world the same. He’d find himself staring at a sunset, and not seeing the
colors in the sky; he’d find himself standing in the rain, and not feeling the
water drip on his face; and he’d find himself in the light of the moon, but never
seeing the stars shine beside it. Noah would forget the beauty in the small
things�"like how the sun repeated itself day after day. He’d forget the
simplicity of being with her, and he’d never want to forget that feeling.
Ila raised herself to kiss the hollow of Noah’s neck, and
his body shifted because of it. She was a smooth record, and he was at ease in
her arms. “Take me home,” he muttered, and she placed her head to his heart.
“You are home,” she said.
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