Lonely Eyes [Norman X Ray AU]

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3rd Person's pov

Mute.

A term to describe people who are unable to speak or refuse to converse with others.

Ray was well aware of the fact that he was mute. He was told so on a daily basis by teachers and students on rare occasions. Sometimes, he would be asked for the reason for his refusal to speak with others, but even in them instances, he stayed silent. He wasn't foolish enough to explain himself to total strangers. If he was, he would've done so ages ago.

Though, he sometimes wished he did.

He sometimes wished he could find someone who understood him, who could talk with him without having to use words or types of sign language of any kind. It was a false hope he dragged with him wherever he went. Trailing behind a list full of wants and needs to be understood by someone without having to talk with them.

But he wasn't dumb enough to believe such people existed in this world.

It was a cruel truth he had accepted as facts many years ago.

Even now, as he awaited for the inevitable school bell to ring to signal the end of class, the idea that no one understood him sent a pang of loneliness to settle in his stomach, swirling around as it filled him with a depressing and downcast feeling that he couldn't get rid of. Ray's eyes narrowed down at his desk, scanning the carved in words on his table left by past students, and initials and slang words were scattered onto the once undamaged desk.

The faint lecture the teacher gave at the front of the class bounced off of all walls, as rows of students paid attention to Miss Krone's lesson about physics and the principles of gravity or whatever. A quick apology by some random student as they entered the classroom late was the only thing that gained Ray's attention. But overall, the raven was unfazed, and in pure weariness, as he twirled his pen in his hand, all his interest fixated on the ticking clock above the whiteboard. He listened attentively, as each hand of the clock moved ever so slowly, ticking down like a bomb. Ray adjusted his position, leaning his chin onto the palm of his hand in boredom.

He felt like he had repeated this day multiple times in the past, him sitting there, listening to the clock as Miss Krone babbled on about god knows what whilst dancing at the front of the classroom. It was the same as every other Monday he had experienced in the past. It was tedious how similar each lesson was to him. He knew how this lesson was going to end, the same as every other one. Miss. Krone would tell them to pack up for break at 10:15AM, leaving them with 5 minutes to get ready, then, as soon as the bell went, people would ignore the teacher's orders on which row should leave first, and waltz on out of the classroom.

It was that simple.

Ray inwardly groaned, setting his pen down onto his desk. When was the bell going to go? He hoped soon, he couldn't take any more of this. He just wanted to leave, to hide somewhere no one else could find him.

He wanted the day to end already.

He just wanted to be alone -

"I'M HERE!!!!"

'What the-' A sudden yell echoed loudly throughout the room as the door immediately slammed open. The raven turned his head towards the entrance, his concentration aimed at the platinum blonde male that was leaning on the door frame. Ray frowned. It was a new student, a foreigner, if he had to guess. His features consisted of light winter colours, such as a pale complexation and bright blue eyes that swirled with curiousity.