He looked like someone who hadn't slept in days—
eyes heavy, body slow, always distant.
"Oi… look who's here."
A group of students blocked his path in the corridor.
"Still alive, drug addict?" one of them laughed.
Another pushed him from behind.
"Say something, bro… or are you too sleepy again?"
Laughter.
Always laughter.
Nova tried to speak.
His lips moved… but no words came out.
His throat tightened.
His chest felt heavy.
So he stayed silent.
Like always.
Every day was the same.
Push. Mock. Laugh. Ignore.
Even the one person he once called a friend—
"Tubelight… Test-tube baby… what are you even supposed to be?"
More laughter.
That hurt more than the rest.
Nova sat alone in the classroom, staring at nothing.
The teacher's voice faded into noise.
His mind drifted somewhere else.
"One day… they'll understand."
"One day… they'll see who I really am."
A small, fragile belief.
The only thing he had.
But reality?
Reality didn't care.
After school, Nova walked home alone.
The sky felt… dimmer than usual.
Or maybe it was just him.
He stopped for a moment.
Looked at his trembling hands.
"…Why am I like this?"
No answer.
That night—
Nova stood in front of a mirror.
He barely recognized himself.
Sunken eyes. Lifeless face.
A person… slowly disappearing.
"Maybe… it would be easier if I just—"
He stopped.
Silence filled the room.
Then—
For a brief second…
A faint glow flickered in his hand.
Soft. Weak. Almost unreal.
Nova froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
"…What was that?"
The light vanished.
Like it was never there.
Outside—
The world felt darker.
Not night.
Something else.
Something… wrong.
Final shot:
Nova sitting on his bed.
Head down.
Unaware…
That the same boy everyone ignored—
…might be the last light this world has left.