Through the Screen

abel sits alone on the dewy wooden bench in the park across from their--noah's apartment, a half empty tupperware container being the only thing that accompanies him, his feet scruffing against the multiple blades of grass that carpet the small area.

the air is comforting in a strange way, it's chilly yet soft, twirling the curly strands of his hair each time the sky decides to breathe, rolling over his cheeks swiftly and painting them a brittle shade of rose that can hardly be seen at this time of the night. the atmosphere above his head is swirling with dark shades, similar to abel 's emotional state but a lot more calmer, a lot more scattered.

abel takes another bite of his favourite cookies in the world, mentally appreciating mrs. lester's cooking skills and just like every other time, he tries to figure out what the hell she puts in them to make them this irresistible. he knows he's avoiding the situation, avoiding the fact how noah completely broke down on the line but he doesn't want to think about it too much.

he knows exactly what noah was thinking when he called him, it heals his heart in a strange way to know that noah still cares, and then breaks it all over again when he thinks of the fact that his actual death would be one of the only things to get out any emotion from noah.

he shakes the irrational thought out of his head and bites into his half eaten cookie.

rusty swing sets, random patches of tall grass shielding random poles scattered in the garden, trees whispering to the cloudless

the sky as if to make the fog suddenly disappear, but obviously, it doesn't work, so he gives up too soon, pushing the last piece of the crumbly biscuit in his mouth and dusting off his hands, his eyes moving from his shoes to his phone that rested

when your fingertips were freezing and your tears were creating stalactites on your

on

first thing noah asked when he answered, an undertone of panic lacing his voice and abel could feel himself shrink smaller with the guilt of making

you were--" abel trailed off, resting his elbows on his

chest when noah actually called the apartment their home. he was already struggling to accept the idea that it was no longer his, but noah

at the

you?" noah didn't sound mad, just surprised, but abel felt the