NOAH
I hate this.
I hate the heavy, artificial silence that stretches between us. I hate the way the dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun, oblivious to the fact that my world is currently tectonic plates shifting beneath my feet.
Most of all, I hate the distance. It's the distance I begged for. It's the coldness I claimed would be my sanctuary after weeks of being burned by his proximity. I wanted to be free of him. I created this wall, stone by stone, accusation by accusation.
But now that I have it... now that he's actually giving me exactly what I asked for... I realize it isn't a sanctuary. It's an isolation chamber.
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