Hill by the River
My retelling of the story was mostly objective. Instead of describing the events, I directly recited the words on the papers I read.
When it came to the vision, my emphasis was on what Noah said, rather than any of the other miscellaneous details.
Once my retelling finished, a long silence hung in the air.
My feet continued to walk through the snow and around the trees.
Right when I thought there wasn't going to be a response, a sigh came from behind me.
"Noah... you fool. Why did you do this?"
My head remained facing forward, while my steps did not stop.
"Do you think he did the wrong thing?"
The necklace was faintly sobbing.
"...If it's wrong I wouldn't know. I only wish that his life wasn't destroyed over my death. It sounded like he could've lived a great and fulfilling time, but was caught up in grief."
...I never thought about it that way.
"Are you fine with... living like this?"
The necklace trembled.