ajax loved education.
the thrill of learning new things, things you never knew about, was just plain thrilling. he loved to collect information, regardless what it was.
some people may call him a nerd. others may call him smart.
some people may look down on him, in disgust, while others may look up to him, wondering how in the world he got so smart.
ajax learned to not care about what others thought, he learned to throw away those insults of society like how he threw away his memories of lilac.
it was hard, terribly hard.
but it was worth it.
it was worth all those nights of restless sleep, the constant daydreams.
the questioning looks of his peers as he became more and more distant. the seductive whispers of many different girls at night. the white powder that messed with his head.
all this time, ajax found himself slowly going crazy.
because he wanted to forget her, forget her mere existence.
but he knew he never could. he would rather go mental, than suffer from misery of her death.
and he did.
and he realized, that sometimes, the best way to solve your problems is to run away from them.
and that's exactly what he did.
he ran away from reality.
ajax looked at himself in the mirror. he studied himself, carefully, his eyes running over his body, his face.
he looked different. different, in the ways of the everlasting shadows underneath his eyes, the fire in his eyes now put out, the way his lips were set into a permanent frown.
he wondered.
he wondered why the gods chose him, ajax erasmus, to live.
he wondered why they blessed him with a beautiful flower, only to take it away from him and kill it.
he wondered why anyone else in the world didn't have the same fate as him.
he wondered.
and he wondered.
and he wondered, as the once blue skies turned stormy, as the once calm oceans turned rocky, as the once smiling flower, started drooping, as it started dying.
and he met his reflection once more, his thoughts a wild mess, his reflection merely a dazed dream.
and he saw
his once blue eyes
slowly
turning
gray.
