1 His Perspective, (1)

Sunday, 17th January 2049, 6:21 PM

Noah walked down the arrival lane at the airport in country S. His face was hidden behind a mask, sunglasses, and hat.

He made his way to the luggage pick-up area, where he grabbed up a backpack and hung it over his left shoulder. Its design was black, sleek, minimalistic yet sporty. The size wasn't big and didn't seem like something you would take on an overseas trip.

With his backpack strapped on one shoulder, he made his way to the exit. His heartbeat rose with each step as he took towards the glass door. The world outside was his forbidden land, a place he had been locked out of for the past four years.

The rush of excitement flowed through his body as his steps became faster.

As he got closer he spotted a crowd of people standing with posters and cameras out the door.

'Oh no...' He looked around and found a few people in the airport trying to blend in with the crowd, however, their constant turning to look in his direction gave them away.

His senses had been sharpened through the frequent run-in with them- the paparazzi. In one look he counted five of them, each slowly walking towards him as if they were hinters approaching their prey.

'Huu...' He breathed out as he mentally prepared himself. He pulled down on his hat as his stride grew faster.

Sure enough, as he neared the door. The five people sprinted to him with cameras, taking pictures and bombarding him with questions.

"Noah! Look here! Is it true that you ran away from home?"

"Previously there were rumours that you were being abused at home, although you firmly denied them, was that all a front?"

"Over here Noah, fans are still weeping after hearing your last statement. Do you have anything to say to them?"

Noah kept with his pace not bothering to acknowledge their existence. He didn't know how they found out he would be landing at this airport but since they already had, he would simply ignore them.

The questions grew more absurd from asking his relationship to people he didnt even know to if he was genetically modified.

The glass doors parted and the sounds that had been blocked out, poured in.

Tumultuous cheers and screams could be heard as Noah walked out. Posters were raised and incoherent words were said.

"Noah, we love you!"

"Please come back!"

"We miss you!"

Security had been prepared so he had a way through, he moved on not acknowledging any of them. He had quit for a while now and grew cold to the fans, no longer caring for his image.

The taxi he had called was waiting up front. The driver opened the door for him as he sat inside. Taking off the Hat, sun glasses and mask.

"Hello Sir, shall we go?"

"Please do," Noah said as he looked at the sad faces of his fans. His heat ached but he suppressed the feeling, he more important matters at hand.

The wheels rolled as the black Sudan like car smoothly flowed out onto the road.

'Finally here...' Noah said to himself looking out of the window. He smiled lightly then opened his bag. From it he pulled out a white box with a logo, he unpacked it and took out the new phone from inside.

Setting the phone up he searched himself.

'Look who is also on a flight to country S!'

It was a picture of him sleeping during the flight taken by another passenger.

'So he had taken a photo,' Noah shook his head. 'I'll let my lawyers deal with it.'

He then put his phone down and looked out the window.

While this was happening the driver kept glancing back through the rearview mirror at Noah. He had been astonished by the crowd but still held up then. Now they were alone, he couldn't hold back.

"Sir, are you a celebrity?"

"No... at least not anymore, I used to act in movies," Noah answered casually.

"That's very impressive! I don't watch many movies but I feel like I've seen you before. Why did you stop acting, with such fans you must have been talented!"

"Hm, well acting was more of a pathway to look for someone, now that I have found them I don't need to do it anymore."

'Looking for someone through acting...?' The driver was confused but he held it in, the notion that geniuses spoke in riddles was solidifying in his mind.

"Well its good you've found them I'm sure you must be happy."

"I am, it took four years but I finally found her," Noah reached up to hold a locket under his shirt.

The driver's ears perked up hearing the word 'her', Noah had said it lightly but it wouldn't escape his sharp ears. 'Ohh, a young man traveling across the world to look for a girl...' He smirked remembering the time he had been so daring.

Seeing the sky, the driver turned to the side, "It might be your lucky day, you don't get to see such a beautiful sunset in country S often."

Noah followed his sight.

Streaks of yellow, orange, red were painted across the sky. Clouds of cotton danced around and let the rays of light through. Sparkling water glistened from the sinking red sun. Its glory and magnificence were coming to an end as it gently disappeared across the horizon.

The sunset had mesmerised him but seeing it disappear he felt unsettled. The feeling grew to his till he started feeling uncomfortable, he rubbed it he asked, "How much longer will it take?"

"Around another twenty minutes sir."

"Could you please speed up, I'm getting a bit car sick."

"Not a problem."