In the night,Noxan couldn't sleep.He noticed how much he actually needs him.This thought hurt him.
His voice sounded small and hurt.
"Can I go to heaven even though I love a boy...
The sin I commit make me feel pure,so how can I regret myself..
If love burns, why do I even chase it?"
He looked down at Shanox rolled up on him.
He gently patted Shanox with his hands, gliding through his fur.He held him carefully in the air and giva Shanox a small kiss on the head.As he put Shanox down again he spoke
"We need to sleep,but hide or else my mom will punishboth of us."
They fell assleep quickly hugging each other.
In the morning Shanox was still hugging the hand of Noxan.
When Noxan arrived,he saw that Sylas's hair was different,again.It wasn't cut or dyed,but he Styled it lightly different.
Noxan looked at him with love,he at first didn't like the haircut but now Sylas looks more like a warm Summer with a light breeze, which isn't cold but rather warm, bringing comfort through the oceans.
As he sat down and continued to look at Sylas,the warm and saturated sunlight shined at him.
Noxan was amazed and couldn't look away.
Sylas hair seemed truly blonde,his eyes reflected the blue of the ocean even stronger,his skin looked softer and his summer freckles looked perfect as if a painter painted them.
He looked at him for a while till the sunlight moved away from him,the difference was clearly noticeable.
His eyes changed to a lake in the forest,his skin rougher but not in a bad way,his freckles faded away with the absence of light making them look random.
Noxan noticed that Sylas's posture was different,it wasn't as straight as normally.He looked like as if he hasn't slept the whole night,even though he was the brightestlight.
Sylas looked at Noxan, noticing his clothes.He laughed hard in disbelief of how someone can go out like that.He thought to himself
*Noxan looks like a sleepless monster who hasn't changed clothes in days which searched for food desprately.What do you expect from a loser like him*
As Noxan noticed that Sylas looked at his clothes he already knew what he was laughing at.He wore pajamas with a jacket worn like a dress,on top of that a black pullover and a white winter jacket.It was wild and not everything matched with each other,but he liked it.He saw himself in the outfit.
Noxan has already gotten a lot of stares because of his outfit, not just in school but also in public.He didn't understand
*If my life is formed and based on others,is that still my life?*