Through the Screen

Chapter 77

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," adrian is chanting the phrase constantly, his gaze fixed on noah's

shaky hand trying to pipe something strangely incomprehensible onto the circular sponge of cake,

adrian's voice laced with nervousness and excitement both as his father squeezes out another pump of

icing.

noah's face is pulled into concentration, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth slightly and his

eyebrows furrowed. he glances towards adrian for a moment, pausing his work at hand and looking at NôvelDrama.Org © content.

the way adrian was staring at the unevenly iced cake, his little forehead crinkled in concentration as he

leant on the marble counter.

noah only smiled at him momentarily before taking advantage of adrian's distraction and wiping a small

amount of frosting on his cheek.

noah's little smile broke into a grin once adrian scowled at him and attempted to wipe the mess, but

hesitated as he took into consideration that he was wearing his favourite christmas jumper. he scowled

once again, tilting his head at an awkward angle to meet noah's eyes as he was a lot shorter, and

leaned his cheek against noah, discretely wiping off the small dab of icing onto noah's shirt.

"you're so immature," adrian muttered, dragging the back of his hand against his cheek to wipe off any

remainders, while noah pouted at his ruined shirt.

"look who's talking," noah rolled his eyes, continuing his action of frosting the cake.

the house was just as haywire as noah's mind, cluttered tables, disoriented shelves and messy

countertops could be easily compared to the functioning of noah's brain. thoughts were loud and

unclear, a failing war against his heart and mind as he convinced himself that everything will be okay,

and was hoping to convince abel of how he was trying to make everything okay.

the concept was a shot in the dark because on one hand noah had lost a lot of patience, intolerance

being one of the weakest points in his personality—and on the other abel is totally unpredictable and

once his emotions get to him he makes irrational decisions, no matter how badly he will regret them

later.

one of the factors contributing to their relationship years ago was the fact that they had so much in

common with each other, and today as noah's eyes focus at a bland point on one of the kitchen tiles,

his heart breaks at the realisation of how different they actually are.

similarities, noah had now learnt, did not reside in the choice of songs and the favourite actors and the

video games. it had been lying in who they were individually, and it seemed like both of them had failed

to see how simply unfit they were for each other.

noah was a calm person, an introvert, definitely a person who took relationships too seriously and was

afraid to socialise. he was messy, sometimes very disorganised, and he hated change. he liked the

familiarity of his bed, he liked the same flavour of cereal every morning, he liked his hair in a certain

way, he liked his coffee with a small spoonful of milk and his list could go on for as long as possible.

abel was a short-tempered person, he was confident without actually realising it and he was the kind of

person who got over friendships with not much difficulty. he loved to socialise, although he would never

admit it, and noah knew that abel loved meeting new people and knowing about them. he was

organised, he hated clutter, and he liked to explore things. he would get bored with the same breakfast

every morning, he would like his coffee a different way everytime and he hated to re-watch a movie

he's seen more than two times.

they were two pages of contradictory novels, pretending to be a part of the same paragraph and noah

wasn't surprised that their relationship had been failing apart for the past couple years. they are

spending their lives together right now just because they were too young and too irrational and too in

love.

without knowing, noah had lost all his built up hope for making things better—the mere realisation of

how toxic and misfit and unjustified their relationship was, lead noah into believing that there was no

point in trying.

they are one crack away from everything finally shattering, hurting both themselves and their son

adrian, who has already experienced a lot of negligence from his previous parents and the orphanage.

there is guilt, confusion, sadness and a little hint of relief bubbling in noah's chest. finally he has

something solid to blame for their downhill going relationship rather than himself, and the fact is almost

too petty.

he doesn't know when he had dropped the piping bag on the granite counter and had managed to

scrape the top of the cake with the tip of his pipe. he blinked quickly once he realised what a mess he

had made and as if on cue, a shrill buzz of the doorbell cuts through the peaceful silence, adrian

perking up from where he was standing and rearranging the christmas decorations.

"i'll get it!" adrian squeals excitedly, dashing towards the door in a haste and noah hears him unlocking

the door and the annoying squeak of the door hinge, followed by a thud and a tiny scream.

"papa!"