I never thought I’d see the day when Noah would be on his knees, head cast down, unable to meet my eyes. The sight hit me like a thunderclap. Suddenly, all the feelings I’d kept locked away these past months burst out at once. My anger melted away, leaving only a heavy sadness in its place.
“Why now, Noah? After all this time, why are you here?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re too late.”
He stared at me, but no answer came out. Did he have nothing more to say to me?
“You’re too late,” I said, louder this time, my heart pounding in my chest. I just wanted my home back, but I didn’t know how to say it. “You’re such a… a bastard for being too late.”
Noah’s head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine. They were red-rimmed and full of pain and determination, making my heart ache. Slowly, he stood up, reaching out to gently cup my face.