The lesson started but Noxans eyes waved to Sylas,his face flouting in comfort,just the look at Sykas face felt like a little a little kiss on the cheeks.
The sunshine was blended by his Sylas laugh,he laughed because his friend told him something,
Noxan thought to himself
*It may have been a joke or just a rumor but I don't care,even if it's about me the reward is my life*
The teachers asked Sylas a question,noxan was able to hear his voice.His voice was like a sirens voice.Whatever he says,noxan would do it.
Sylas replied to the teacher correctly.Noxan was proud of him,he liked to believe
"One day he will be so smart and open his eyes for me..."
Noxan realized how selfish that wish was.
The teacher noticed how Noxan wasn't paying attention to his lessen but rather to Sylas so he asked.
"Noxan what were you analyzing,can you share it with the whole class?"
Noxan slowly stand up and replied
"Sometimes the small things are brighter then the big screens of standers and society.If everyone would life in the moment and not for the future or past how would the world look like.Would the world gain his colors back, would the smell of childhood return,or would the hug of my grandmother brake me knowing I'm not her sweetbabyanymore.Sometimes we don't live for ourselve, sometimes we live for the future which is okay and important but we get lost on our brokenpath"
The class Wonder why he thought of something like this in math class.Some thought he noticed a secret shortcut or a new formula by accident but nobody saw his inspiration,his senses for Sylas.
In the break people asked him why he thought of something like this and why he said it so poetic.
Noxan simply explained
"I noticed a butterfly,it was unnoticed but pretty like an angel,I wanted to worthy the butterfly and talk poetic."
This explanation made sense for them, they accepted it but his words echod in there minds.
Nobody knew that this butterfly was Sylas.
Later in the afternoon,he arrived home.Noxan enjoyed the sky,the trees and every leaf falling from them before the storm captured in his home blew them away.
He entered the room with his Angel brother already slapping him.
He sput
"You destroyed my relief now I'm gonna destroyyours"
Noxan let him trou him around the house, slapping him multiple times on different rough and sensitiveareas.
Noxan focused his glance on the vase which was broken, just like him.It was broken,it works but only dry without any water or living inside it ,just like him.He was dry but not on purpose,but because he was now built like it.
Or the astray on the table,it was a object to let things burn out, every crack wasn't because of the heat but the pressure of the cigarettes put on it.It was used and broken by pressure and not by heat just like him...