Through the Screen

noah sinks further into his office chair, his eyes almost struggling to not fall shut, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose crookedly because he had no will to put on contact lenses today.

the screen of his computer is blaring, the harsh light almost unforgiving as an unedited advertisement blinks exaggeratedly in front of him, silently mocking noah and asking him to complete his work before he loses his job as well.

he's already lost a lot of things.

his fingers move aimlessly across the keyboard,the mouse of his computer scratching against it's pad, and noah can feel himself being drawn closer to the edge every time he miss clicks and has to start all over again.

and scattering all the thoughts he seemed

almost feels guilty for not trusting abel. he had been accusing his own husband of cheating on him for the past couple months and if the pain of one single day is getting to noah this much, he can't even comprehend what

stemming from noah. he had been so irrational, so irresponsible and so inconsiderate towards his family, always thinking about himself, his feelings, his issues, his anxiety. he has been so terribly selfish and

wants nothing but to see abel, to hug him, to comfort him, to convince him how madly in love noah was with him and just how desperately sorry he was. in this moment, he could do anything for abel, to make him feel better, to make abel feel

with abel sickens him to the extent where his fingers are shaking, and he wants a void to open up and swallow him whole just for thinking about it. he can't even believe he was contemplating on sharing something that was solely reserved for the only person he loved—he couldn't physically bring himself to kiss or touch

that lead them into the mess that they are in right now. it was him who couldn't trust abel, him who believed that abel could cheat on him with a person

taking a deep breath and grabbing his phone from the cluttered table, quickly dialling a number and pressing