Lonely Eyes [Norman X Ray AU]

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3rd Person's pov

The walk from the café to Norman's home was nothing but a blur to him. The beeping of ongoing traffic, the clutter of people passing by, and the loud conversations that scattered the streets were nothing more than white noise surrounding the albino and his train of thoughts.

A tingly sensation fluttered in his stomach, a soft smile lingering on his face.

Today was a good day, greater than he anticipated it to be. Seeing the quiet boy put a bounce in his step, and a chirpy smile printed onto his pale features that he knew wouldn't vanish anytime soon. He cheerfully hummed along with the songs that could be heard blaring from nearby shops, his calm blue eyes sparkled with joy when reminiscing on the day he had just lived out with Ray. It was a peculiar feeling, one he didn't think was possible to feel, but here he was, happily blanking out the loud noises of the world with his own chipper attitude.

Though, if he must admit it was somewhat describable. It was as though his heart was knocking on his ribcage and pleading to be ripped out and and handed over to the raven like a trophy, but at the same time, he wanted to shelter himself and cower in a corner far away from him. Whether or not this was his nerves or bubbling excitement to see the mute boy again getting to him, the albino didn't know, nor did he care.

'I'm glad I asked to meet up.' He thought, and although the day didn't go quite like he planned, he was positive he made the right decision asking the other to hang out. He was able to find out more about this mysterious boy that somehow caught his attention almost instantly, and all of the pieces that Norman was able to get ahold of where fitting into place like a puzzle nicely.

It was a joyous feeling knowing that Norman's plan was succeeding.

The albino hummed to himself, phone in hand scrolling through random nonsense he found on Instagram. "I wonder if Ray has Instagram..." He pushed the thought aside for later; he needed to get home before it got dark.

Amist the crowded streets, Norman could pinpoint his families apartment complex from where he stood at the traffic lights. It towered over the streets like a skyscraper, staring down at the wandering civilians that passed on by. It was menacing, intimidating to look at from afar, and as soon as the beeping of the walk sign flickered in his view, he could feel a sense of dread overcoming every happy feeling that lingered in his body.

It was a Saturday.

Which meant he was home.

Norman sharply breathed in, and he strolled across the street, grasping onto the strap of his bag with a deathly tight grip. The taunting realisation that it was the weekend was like a strong punch to the gut for him; he's home. It had slipped his mind in the giddiness of talking to Ray, but there was no avoiding it now.

He gulped back the lump that formed in his throat, letting out an uneven breath before swiftly walking towards the automated doors of the building complex that stood in front of him. His hands were silently trembling beside him, but he shrugged it off as soon as he was in sight of the main office desk. Thoughts of asking Gilda or Oliver to hang out popped up in his mind, but they were shut down when Norman realised that postponing the inevitable was only going to cause a stronger feud later on.

When given the opportunity, he immediately bee-lined towards the elevators, watching as countless people swarmed out and around the place like flies. The albino's face paled as he rushed into the elevator with no regard for the things going on around him. He could have accidentally pushed someone over, yet he would have been unaware of that fact as his brain was now shoved on autopilot. The polish teen pressed the button for the top for his attention fixed onto the number that flashed at the top of the elevator; he was almost home.