A kinda cliche reincarnation story

chapter 24

Ellios pov. fourteen years old.

.  .  .  .

What as that?

He just . . .

There isn't really a community for it per say, but I've run into quite a few people who are supportive.

And queer, he used that word before he left. I've heard it a few times but i don't really know what it means.

I decided to quickly finish my lunch so I could follow him.

He wasn't in the dorm.

And when he wasn't in the dorm, he went to one of two places.

The library, or the roofs.

I went to the library and asked if he was there. Apparently he'd come and looked for about three minutes and left.

And so, to the roof I go.

There aren't any stairs or anything to get to the roof so I climb the wall, horribly and almost falling, but I do. The part closest to the ground of the roof is only one story and from there you cant kinda jump and climb. It gets easier the higher you go.

Knowing wilder, he'll be at the highest point possible.

I pulled myself onto the last roof and looked around.

There, his legs dangling over the edge dangerously and facing away from me, was wilder. He was writing something and occasionally pausing, biting the pen in thought. His brown hair was whipping in his face from the wind and he kept having to push it back.

I blushed deeply as I realized I was staring. He was just . . . I don't know . . .

I walked up behind him, surprised he hadn't noticed me there yet. Usually he hears anyone approaching, no matter how quiet they try to be.

I plop down next to him, careful not to get too close to the edge. "What are you doing?" I ask.

He jumps, "Ellio . . . I . . . I guess I was lost in thought so I hadn't noticed you." he said, looking down at his page. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Kinda reminded me of a fish.

"What is it?"

"N-nothing... you'll think I'm crazy..." he half muttered, looking away.

I put a hand on his shoulder and he hesitantly looked at me, "no, Wilder, I swear. I won't think you're crazy.'' I told him softly.

He smiled slightly and gripped his pen harder, "a-are you... sure?"

"Yes." I responded firmly.

He reached up and fiddled with his ring, "...ok... i-i suppose..." his voice was alreadly quiet, but it got even more so when he continued, "... i-i'll tell you."

Wilder didn't say anything for a moment, rolling his ring back and forth.

"I . . . I'm not . . ." he looked up at me, his white eyes wide and staring into mine,

"I'm not from this world."