A few days past and nothing much had happened. Ivy was content with the normality of things. Ivy sat with a cup of tea looking out at the City view from Noah's apartment and thought about everything that had happened recently.
They had had their first big fight and then like a normal girl she got jealous and a bit silly. All that would have made any man run but Noah stayed the same demanding, possessive lover he had always been. He never wavered, he reminded Ivy of an old poem.
(The tree wants peace but the wind is relentless)
Ivy wasn't sure if she was the tree and Noah was relentless in his passion and care towards her. Or was he the sturdy tree and she constantly challenged him? Although she wasn't sure where their relationship was going she was enjoying the moments they shared.
