Reuniting after 5 years apart, Noel Winter and Paris Gilmore find themselves standing on opposite sides of a war. They met as children but even then they were from different worlds.When the dust settles, will we finally be under the same sky?act 0.
His hands are warm– Noel thinks that he doesn’t ever want to let go.act I.Don’t go.He reaches out his hand– fingers brushing against the fabric uselessly as it slips out of his grasp.(He doesn’t even get a chance to grab hold of him.)Don’t leave me.A strangled cry barely escapes from his mouth and it’s the ugliest sound he’s made. He’s never been good at speaking but now it feels like something is stuck in his throat, clogging it up and leaving wordless bubbles in its wake.He’s really leaving. He’s always been chasing his back so he’s familiar with this sight– yet he wished that Paris would turn and give him a glance.Don’t forget me.His fangs sink into soft flesh yet he can’t bear to draw blood. Don’t forget me, he thinks as he clings on. But he can’t bear to actually hurt Paris– to leave marks that would forever mark Paris as his.(He can’t bear the thought of Paris hating him.)Don’t say goodbye.There are tears in his eyes and he feels stupid for crying– for letting the last glimpse of Paris to be a blurry one. Even with his fuzzy vision, he can see Paris turning to him one final time. Something about it feels like a final goodbye.Even when they got separated, Paris never shed a single tear.act ii.
The world continues to spin and time stops for no one. The time they’ve spent apart is now longer than the time they’ve spent together. Noel looks at the sky and wonders if they’re seeing the same stars. The thought makes things bearable. Almost.(I don’t want to forget you.)act iii.
A familiar pale face and ruby red eyes. Ah. It seems like forgetting him had never been a real option after all.epilogue.
The war is over yet the wreckage remains and there is still so much to do. But they are together. And that was enough.