Noxan walked to school, while the wind blew the his hair.He tried a new hair style.
Noxans hair wasn't just straight in the front with a wolf cut in the back,now it was slip like curten bangs in the front.He wanted to try something new ,for today he had a feeling telling him that it would be right.The same odd feeling from last night.
With each step he came closer to the school his heart rushed higher,his inner waves were blasting in the air,it was like a storm forming from the heart.
He opened the door, walking his first step in, his inner chaos became calm,he felt relaxed and unbotherd.It felt like the peace before a storm wich made him worry a little bit after all.
He walked up the stairs, opening the door to his classroom.The first thing he looked at was Sylas,he was sitting comfortably on the edge of the chair, leaning back as far as he could with his back , crossing his arms.
Noxan became red in the first glance,but this time some one caught him,his classmate looked at him and glided his glace at Sylas noticing that Noxan was obsessed with him.
He wasn't sure if his thought is reality,wich made him stay calm and keep it to himself for the moment.The lessons went on and on like usual,the clock for the break rang and his classmate walked up to him.
"Hey Noxan, I don't wanna be overwhelming or something but are you gay?"
Noxan stood there frozen in time,he stuttered trying to say
"No"
It was obvious that he lied,and his classmate treatend him
"I will say it to everyone in the class"
9 quick words,that cut deeper then any knife could,burned stronger then any fire he hold.
He begged him not to, while his inner waves started to collide,the peace before tje storm was gone, Noxan entered the heart of the storm,the waves crushed him thinner then paper,he tried to relax vut couldn't.
Noxan eyes stared to swallow red,his tears ran like a river,a river of fire filled with all the hate he hold for himself in the closet.
He looked down,sp that hos tears weren't visible,but his anger,his hate,his regret bettered him.Not the hate,the anger the regrets towards his classmates but himself.
All he asked for was to be normal,to be seen and loved like everyone else,to be known for his heartfull Storys with his lover but,this identity,this feelings destroyed it all.
He wasn't allowed to be a Human,to himself.
His religion,his country,his family were all pinching him deeply in the skin, making blood seem worthless.
He stood there,with head downs while everyone was watching them.