Through the Screen

lungs crumbling, eyes blurring and heart stopping to a single beat every three seconds, noah let himself lean back against the frame of the bed, his knees drawn to his chest and his head tilted back, barely resting on the unmade bed. his spine was waiting to be cracked, pale skin stretched in the same position since the past two hours, the ends of his fringe choppy and fawning all over his forehead.

he had no idea what to feel, what to think or what to do. suddenly, all his happiness, all his sorrow, all his strengths and weaknesses and memories and affection and the will to live—all of it was gone. his reason to breathe, his source of motivation, the only person he had ever truly loved—all of it.

the contradiction within him—wrenching emptiness and unbearable fullness—was breaking him apart and sucking him in all at once. his thoughts were so unbelievably wild, filing out of his brain and filling up his mind all at once. chaotic memories attacking his head and piling up on top of each other, almost breaking through noah's skull in the process and the utter betrayal waiting to fly out of noah's heart just to never come back.

he wasn't sure if he wanted to cherish his moments with abel or completely get rid of him, the thought of abel was only bitter to him. it reminded him of all the years, all the love, all his heart that he has wasted on the wrong person. somewhere, he was beginning to believe that all the memories they have shared were not theirs at all—they weren't meant to be together.

young love, he had now realised, could be the biggest mistake of one's life, the entire experience is bittersweet—togetherness slowly ripping apart into loneliness and similarities birthing misunderstandings. he didn't know what he was heartbroken about the most, the fact that he has let abel go or the reality that abel wasn't his to let go of.

right now, he's regretting both that, and the fact that they had adopted such a mature child when they themselves had their relationship falling apart. adrian was supposed to be the binding glue of their crumbling relationship, the final stitch to

grades because he can barely focus on anything else but his ruined family, the

thoughts, he barely feels his phone buzzing next to him on the floor, the screen taking time

was attached to abel as much if not more than they were attached to noah, how the brown haired boy had always

voice is not steady, its wavering and shaky and anyone would be able to tell

are you alright?"

he can't bring himself to break the news to his mother, especially just

i was just on my way to your place so just asking if you wanted

flushed face losing all colour and