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chaos
The wet sand clung to his skin and he grasped for the warmth, for the comfort, of another, but there was no one. The chaos within him departed and all he was left with was regret and the words, my friend. They had been once. They had been okay once. Never anything more than that--never happy, even if they oftentimes hated each other, because they were the same, Noel was everything he used to be and he was what Noel feared he would become. He would take okay over this nothing if he could. He really wished he could.
The wet sand clung to his skin and he grasped for the warmth, for the comfort, of another, but there was no one. The chaos within him departed and all he was left with was regret and the words, my friend. They had been once. They had been okay once. Never anything more than that--never happy, even if they oftentimes hated each other, because they were the same, Noel was everything he used to be and he was what Noel feared he would become. He would take okay over this nothing if he could. He really wished he could.