Lets Talk About Love

Chapter One Every Star Have a Reason

Flug's POV

I was working on my laboratory into a new defense mechanism. This will increment the security of our home by detecting the motion of heros. The only problem is that this defense mechanism needs a large investigation related to heros. Meaning that the machine needs at least information of the hero's looks and common fighting styles that can kill them in the spot. Of course this is not as difficult for a crazy genius mind as mine. I graduated from the best of my school. However, because of the large sales that we have we also were attacked by customers, villains, that were not satisfied by our great inventions.

"Gezz, why are these customers so picky?!! MY INVENTIONS WORKS PERFECTLY!! I AM A GENIUS!! THEY SHOULD BE SATISFIED" I was frowning really hard that was actually giving me a headache.

"I WORK MY SHITTY ASS OF!! FOR WHAT?!! SO THEY CAN COMPLAIN ABOUT MY GREAT INVENTIONS?!! HAVE THEY CREATED SOMETHING AS EXTRAORDINARY INVENTIONS?!! NOO!!" I was having a big rant. I was pissed, no that word was too little to describe the real anger that I was feeling. I noticed that I have to swear and have to put 2 dollars in the swear jar. No one can hear me but that will not stop me for being a "civilized" person if I can call myself one. Once I calmed down I realized that I was talking too loud and not paying attention at the time. I shrink in fear holding both of my hands together. I take a quick look over my digital clock. Three in the morning! I hope I have not woke no one. Especially my boss. I did not want him hearing the tartum that I was making it was really embarrassing to think of it now. I end up daydreaming if even that was possible at this time.

"Now that I think of it, why have I not soundproof my lavatory?" I have sound proof Dementia's room, why not mine? I looked over a drawer that was somewhat hidden for the rest of the lavatory. The drawer was a dull blue color, with stickers of stars and planets, however the vanish was worn off after the years. I turn to the table and write in a paper what I wanted to do. Soundproof my room and lab. After I finish writing I stand up and walk over a drawer with multiple containers. I open the one near the ground and pull out a folder that says Inventions and Uncompleted Projects. I put the paper inside and close it and put it back where it belongs. Closing the drawer I contemplate the whole drawer. It was full of projects, inventions, and dreams.

"Yeah....Dreams....Dreams that will never happen..." Dreams that will never escape this drawer. I was getting this feeling in my chest a stingy stab. I want to tear it out of my chest because that tingly feeling that does not leave. It was in my heart persisting on staying it felt like a stab in the heart but less painful. Is this what I want to do with my life? Do I even have value? Do....do I matter to someone? I am meaningless.....what purpose do I have? I was feeling this stinging and persistent in my chest. I try to shake it away, I shake my head and try to forget about it. Maybe I was giving it too much thought about it.

"Come on Flug!! Keep it together!! You have work to do!" I walk to my working bench and sit down to continue the final adjustments on the new defense mechanism. Yeah, I continue on my work.... But that is not the only thing that I continue doing.....I continue to pretend, to lie....Doing it as it was normal for days.

NO's POV

Flug believes in his heart and mind that he does not have value, but forget that in that drawer were inventions that were great, no, they were extraordinary. Of course we were not for evil purposes but to help people. Regular people just like him that might need his help. People that will be glad to have him in their life. Such as, 5.0.5 or even Dementia even though she does not show her emotions she actually cared. He is a star and even though the sky might be full of them every single one has their purpose. All those stars have a reason to be born, to be alive, to value who they are. He just needs the motivation or at least someone to notice all that potential.