Stay_Blink_Army
Nova stood at the edge of the world-or at least it felt like it. The wind battered against his chest, cold and howling, as if nature itself dared him to speak louder than it could roar. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles blanched, and his breath came in heavy, ragged waves, each one heavier than the last. His chest rose and fell with the weight of everything he'd carried for years-names not his own, stares that sliced like glass, memories that never asked permission to stay.
It wasn't a cry of pain, not exactly. Nor was it just rage, or sorrow, or defiance. It was all of it-crushed into one primal, soul-wrenching sound that tore itself free from the depths of him. His voice cracked at first, then soared, raw and feral, a sound too big for words, too human for silence. The scream tore through the trees around him, sending a flock of birds into flight and echoing back from the cliffs like some sacred incantation.
His throat burned, but he didn't stop. The scream kept pouring out-unfiltered, unapologetic-a seismic release of every time he had been misnamed, misunderstood, misloved. Of every time he'd been told who he was, instead of being asked. Of every mirror he had ever had to survive.
This was not a breakdown. It was a breakthrough.
The sound faded slowly, reluctantly, like it didn't want to leave his lungs. When silence returned, it felt heavier than before, like the earth was holding its breath. Nova stood still, chest heaving, eyes wide and shining-not with tears, but with the clarity of having heard himself, finally, fully, undeniably.
No one else needed to understand it. The scream wasn't for them.
It was for him...
(You, you the viewer! Are you willing to hear and see the fright screams of Nova's??)