Noxan started to act childish,like as if he was in that same mentalage again where his friend buried the heart of the ocean.
Noxan became quit, but his body was in full chaos, like a storm rising after sunshine.
His pupils shrank and his chest hurt.Thee pain of each shovel that had buried his heart under the ocean came back.
People around him started to notice,his body shocked live wave and boats,leafs and the wind,the sun and the moon.
His trembel shook the wholeroom, noticibel like the cold of a breeze.
People looked at Noxna in genuinetly concern,the gaze shivered form Noxan too Sylas, people tough he pushed Noxan on his limit again.
As Noxan noticed that people started to think Sylas hurt him,he became normal again and said
"Sorry I just got a cold"
Not thinking before talking,like back then.
It was Sylas that hurt him,No.It wasn't Sylas but his love, obsession and grief who hurt him, they crushed him little like a worm escaping from the Bird.
A boy asked confused and disgusted
"It's Summer you can't have a cold,did Slyas actually force you to things eww."
Noxans heart dropped on the floor,his mind searching an escape in every crack.
Noxans hardly said
"NO,NO,OF COURSE NOT."
The boy asked him
"Then why were you lying it doesn't make sense?"
Noxan didn't know how to answer and openly minded said
"I got remembered of my old class,of my old best friend.I pushed him a little back then and he paid back with force.I got reminded trough a trigger to that time"
Noxans hated to talk openly minded,eben tough he only talked openly minded 2 years ago.
Noxan quickly added before they could say anything
"IN A POSITIVE WAY"
It was a lie but he can't just open up in front of his bullies.
It makes sense for them and the day moved on as if nothing happened.
At home his mind was one with his thoughts and imagination.Like the Ocean shining under the Moonlight but also beeing tortured by the m
Moon, beeing forced to produce waves without wanting to, stealing your energy with no talk back.
He thought of him and Sylas,
How they danced without embarrassment,
sang into the endless night about a feeling they had both just discovered,
Cooked pasta with not just their hands but with love, held each other with nothing but their own warmth, two souls pressed close,
Stripped of fear rather than clothes,
and fell asleep using each other as a soft,warm blanket,
Recording silly little trends they never thought they'd try.