#I’m writing this in spite of my oomf

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Noel and Misha are two halves of a whole, two souls who have a longing deep down in their heart for something unknown, truly unobtainable. Yet as they stand here, their world not but rubble and remains hardly anything but dust in place of former glory,, they are content, knowing that through all of this there will be a hand to hold, someone to understand more than the words of a poet or bleeding heart could ever express. I think there is a tragic truth to the fact that Noel and Misha might not be able to have loved each other, whether it was because of Talia or conflicting lives, their yearning that brought them together being the thing to pull them apart as they escape together they must now part ways, and I think in a sense they’d know that, to be so doomed from the start. But to love a boy so dearly even in such a fleeting moment would be the most divine of tale, a warmth and beauty as brief as new dawn. They are doomed, forever doomed in more ways than they can count, yet, they still hold each other, even if they shouldn’t, even if they can never truly be what they wanted to, they can,, try, for now.