“I’ve been okay,” Norman vaguely responded. He’d carry it all if he could, and it didn’t matter to him if he’d die trying. Norman wished he could take that weight away and relieve you of that pain. Was it something as heavy as his? Perhaps your weight was worse and it ate away at you. He wondered what invisible weight laid on your shoulders. Norman took that as a hint to drop the subject. When you asked simple questions such as these, that meant your mind laid elsewhere in a land he could never reach. Norman knew you well, sometimes even more than himself. The perfect way to avoid any question thrown your way. You took his thin hands in your own and gave them a good squeeze. Especially since he was revered as a god. Your poor boy probably worked day and night to keep the hideout on its feet. It didn’t quite reach his eyes because he looked so overwhelmingly tired. His lips twitched upwards into a comforting smile. His chin was slightly pointier, his cheeks less chubby and full. You slowly pulled away to get a good look at Norman’s face. He held you close and gently, as if these would be the last moments you’d see each other again. Norman acted as if he were running out of time. Maybe he just missed you? No, that couldn’t be right. He was clingy, much more than he ever was. Sure, Norman was still the same Norman you remembered, but something about the way he acted seemed off. You wondered what could’ve made his kind heart harden. No one seemed to notice that tiny sharpness that hit the end of each note he spoke. On the other hand, his voice wasn’t as smooth or rounded as it once was. You liked that, it was comforting to know he still smelled the same. You rested your head on his chest, taking the time to memorise his scent. Instead, he pulled you close to his side and leaned on his desk behind. He didn’t hold you too tightly, as if he were afraid it would shatter you to pieces. Slowly, your sobs turned to quiet sniffles, which then silenced into nothing but tiny hiccups. Not for the way you sobbed and sobbed, but for the ache in his heart that seemed to beat in sync with yours. “I-I’m here.” It sounded like he were reassuring himself that he wouldn’t leave you so soon, as if he were scared too. “I’m not going anywhere (Y/n).”ĭespite the steadiness in Norman’s voice, his shoulders hitched, and he sniffled. His knees went weak and you both slowly sunk to the floor in a heap.
The muffled sob that ripped through your throat was more than Norman could handle. You buried your face in the crook of his neck. But you–I thought you–shipped out–and then–!” You chocked on your words. You hugged him as if he would disappear if you let go. No one was supposed to be left behind, yet Norman–bless his heart–acted on his own. You all were supposed to escape together just like Emma said. He had to be the dumbest boy alive to think that it was okay to sacrifice himself for the sake of your family. “Norman…!” To have his arms around you, to hear the beating of his heart–it was a relief. One sentence and you tackled him in the tightest hug your trembling arms could muster. Norman was older, and he grew up to be more handsome than any runway model could ever be. He had changed, not only in height, but stature and appearance. It bathed the room in silence, as if for a moment, the world decided to give you a second to breathe. A second to take in the wonderous sight before you. The office door closed behind you with a soft click. So how was it he stood before you? Breathing? Smiling? Living? After all, how could it be reality when the boy in front of you died a year and some months ago? He had been shipped out, left for dead because it was a part of his stupid escape plan.
Until you were left broken and mangled and shattered. It threw the bad, the good, the everything your way until you could barely stand. Life had to be the scariest thing you’d ever faced. WARNINGS: Kissing lol Summary: You finally see Norman again. also, is it just me or do thick eyebrows look really cute? Norman has pretty thick brows compared everyone else and I think they’re cute THE TIMELINE IS A BIT MESSED UP SO JUST IGNORE IT COMPLETELY AND DON’T ASK ME LOL NOTE: YOU’RE BOTH AGED UP SO DON’T START TELLING ME FBI’S GONNA COME TO MY DOOR 😂😂
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