Chapter 40
- Noah.
- I don’t come here often. Not because of forgotten. Not even because it hurts. I just… didn’t know what I’m supposed to say anymore. After a while, “I’m sorry” stopped feeling like an apology and started sounding like an excuse.
- But I went today anyway. The sky was overcast in a pale grey that made the world look softer than it really was. There was no wind or birds.