THE NEXT RIGHT THING TO DO

“It’s your birthday, Noah.”

The words sounded more of a question than a statement, as if she hadn't celebrated Noah's birthday every year for the last six years. When they snuggled near each other hiding from the chill of the night underneath the blankets, and a cup of cocoa warming their young hands.

“Ophelia what the hell are you saying right now?!” Noah said, covering the distance between them in long strides. He was a hot mess, his shirt ripped and stained with dried blood. He had his long sleeves rolled to his elbow revealing the veins bulging along his thick forearm.

Ophelia physically felt Noah by her side, he gave out anger in his every move. She was mad too. How could she even think of believing this man? Just because he was babbling about something doesn’t make it true, she knew that too, but…

She felt it in her gut.

Deep inside her, a calling made her believe, making her doubt the truth she lived for the past six years. If she had learned something during her wait for ve