Through the Screen

the grey patterned wall of their room was staring harshly at abel, silently rattling at him for making everything go wrong. the frame of the bed which was made out of golden timber-wood was the one who was willing to hold the weight of all of abel 's mistakes once—today it just digs unforgivingly into his back as he leans against it. the carpet underneath him was no longer feeling velvety against his skin, the thin hair pricking into his skin uncomfortably and hesitantly soaking the drops of salt falling constantly from abel 's eyes.

he had been sitting here since the past twenty minutes, every muscle in his body refusing to move away from noah and from this place he calls home. he is aware that noah can hear him sobbing through the thin walls, and although he knows that he isn't worthy of noah's comfort, he still selfishly hopes for noah to give him another chance.

his eyes are focused on a chocolate stain on their carpet from last year, the small smudge of brown bringing back a tonne of memories of noah's birthday last year when abel had woken him up with a kiss on the forehead at midnight and a home-made cake that was probably undercooked.

eyes travelling further to the scar embedded in the door of their closet, the wood chipped off because adrian had accidentally scraped his metal ruler against it. up to the old digital clock sitting on the nightstand that has witnessed every kiss and every hug and every smile and every petty argument, and down to the inflated dinosaur noah bought as a joke, his vision was blurring constantly at the reminder of leaving this all behind.

"papa?" abel 's eyes went wide when the sleep laced voice cut through the eerie silence and he quickly wiped his eyes and blotted his cheeks with the back of his sleeve so it doesn't look like he's been crying. it was a lost cause though, anyone would be able to tell how broken he was with his bloodshot eyes and pink, blotchy cheeks.

walked further into the room, sitting on the edge of his parents' bed and staring at abel with

give him a small smile, hoping that noah wouldn't break the news of how horrible of a father abel was to adrian. he wouldn't be able to live with himself if

unpacked when he came back home last morning, so a majority of his belongings were already packed, and his fingers skimmed

the lump in his throat was spiked with regrets, all the mistakes that he has made, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't will himself to stop crying. his breathing is restricted, lungs collapsing inside his chest and his heart that was beginning to place pieces

had lost all control, heaving helplessly and letting

falling apart as they escaped his mouth, his voice strained and heavy.

"abel—"

now, his emotions out of control as he got off the bed, wiping his cheeks and