A warm heart inside a cold steel

"Wait, you're not disgusted?" Noah asked, full of surprise on his face. 

"Disgusted? Why?" I frowned, acting I was truly confused. "This is 2016, and someone still thinks being gay is shameful? Oh, come on!"

Noah was stunned, he lowered his head, and I could see tears dropping on the floor. 

His body was visibly shaken, and the tears streamed on his cheek before falling to the ground. I could hear his low sobs, he was holding a lot, and I couldn't do anything other than stay silent.

I wasn't someone who could sympathize easily. I mean, my heart was dead at this moment. 

Nobody pitied me in my previous life, so I numbed my heart until it became a cold-hearted piece of terrible artwork shaped by torment, bullying, and many more. 

But that didn't mean I was completely heartless. When I saw the struggle in Noah, I could see someone like me. Those who had been tormented to the edge of suicide.