The School day ended and the afternoon just started,but even so the sun was already fading away in bright pastel Organe and soft hot pink colors away,the night came with the endless stars,each telling an own story.
*I really hope no one noticed how often I look at him!*
Noxan was walking home in the fresh and relaxing breeze of the air.
Noxan was rather calm from the outside but he was like a silent storm inside,he couldn't feel anything except this one left emotional of love.Noxan was often bullied and hated for the way people shaped him,he change school multiple times because of it.Noxan was seen as girlish and gay,not because he outed himself of being a girl,it was just because people saw him as not worthy enough to be seen as a "strong" and "masculine" man.Noxan was skinny-fat,but he always saw himself just as fat.Noxan style was quit unique he had a mix of the modern streetwear,Y2K and baggy ,the reason wasn't that he couldn't chose one but it was that he had to use his old clothes too and only had clothes his mom approved,he wasn't poor but also not middle class.
Noxan was for some seen "lusty" even tough he isn't, he says perverted stuff but only as a joke to fit in ,in the "masculineman" picture drawn by man who were sexist.
As Noxan put the keys in the door Handle he suddenly got an overwhelming weight on his shoulder,he started to realize how much of his social battery he actually used today.He struggled to open the door.
Noxan headed instantly into his bed and nearly cried.
*WHY DID I LOOK AT HIM SO MUCH!!*
He tought nervesly while sweating.
He couldn't get this tough of his mind,it was like in the phase of his deep depression.Noxan was bullied so much he was scared of being next to a window, afraid that he will jump,in that time his head was always full of thoughs not just one but multiple, constantly.