Faith
He immediately turned beet red and tensed up.
"Y-You see, sometimes I just get nervous? Nervous, yeah. And I, uh, you know, say things that I don't m-mean, well I do sometimes mean it, but uh, not all the t-time, but I do sometimes. And, uh, I-I was just, you know…" He stuttered. I tried not to laugh. He sighed.
"Yes," he said, so softly I almost missed it.
"What?" I asked. He sighed. It looked like it was hard for him.
"I do. I love you, Faith," he said. He turned away. How did he know that he loved me so quickly? We've known each other for only a few months. I thought about how I always felt safe in his arms, and how I missed him when he was only upstairs in his bedroom. Oh god. I love him. I'm in love with Noah.
"Me too," I said. His head snapped in my direction and I swear I heard a crack.
"What?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded. How was this so easy for me?
"I love you too, Noah… uh… what's your surname?" I asked. He laughed.
"You mean the last name?" he asked, chuckling. I nodded, whatever 'last name' meant. "Sanders. Noah Sanders," he stuck out his hand, "Nice to meet you." I laughed.
"Faith M-" I stopped. My last name belonged to my family. My dead family. My eyes watered. Noah immediately understood.
"Hey, it's ok. You don't have to say it," he said. I needed to. If he loved me, then I at least needed to tell him my name.
"Miller," I whispered. "Faith Miller." I stopped myself from crying. Stop being a big baby. Your family is gone, but that doesn't mean you cry every time someone mentions them, or you get reminded of them, I thought. I smiled. Noah saw me and smiled.
"There's that pretty smile," he said as I blushed. Suddenly, realization hit me. He was still out there. I shook Noah. His blue eyes were amazing, but I couldn't sit there and daydream.
"He's still out there. He isn't dead Noah. He still wants to kill me," I informed. His eyes widened almost as much as mine. We stared into each other's eyes. I'm coming for you, said the voice.