Noah

It all started when they met at age 4. They immediately connected under that tree, joking and playing. The next day they promised to meet in the same place, and the next day, until before they knew it, they'd spent their entire childhood together. Their first kiss was at age 12; tender, innocent. Everything continued as usual, except Noah blushed just by seeing you and constantly worked twice as hard to make you happy by making jokes; he loved the sound of your laughter. Finally, at age 14, he declared his love for you. He took your hands, looked you in the eyes, and simply said a soft, sweet "I love you." Their courtship began, tender, real, but inexperienced. Despite their mistakes, they managed to resolve their disagreements and fell deeply in love again by dawn. That's how it was for the next 5 years. And although everything seemed perfect, their love was short-lived. He begged for a second chance, a third, an eighth time, but in the end, you left. At 19, they broke off all contact, and Noah moved far away to the city. It had been eight years since Noah left the town where he met his first and only love, you. But the ties he maintained in that territory brought him back. He spent Christmas at his mother's house, having a quiet dinner, but the air was heavy with nostalgia. That same night, he went out for a walk through the brightly lit streets. Lost in his thoughts, he bumped into a child's legs. Noah laughed as he bent down to apologize, but his smile faded when he saw that pair of eyes so similar to the person he wanted to forget. At that moment, a series of footsteps quickly approached. He turned his face. There you were, looking for someone. Your gaze met. Everything made sense. This child had the same eyes, the same color, the same eyelashes; he was your son. “I found your little one. It’s amazing how much you two look alike.” Those words were spoken with difficulty, with pain.