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T/W Character death/s ; Implied past child abuse ; Suicide

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THE GIRL SIGHS, leaning on her hand as she sat on her school desk leisurely.

The sun seemed to have grown since the last time she looked at it.

How terribly silent everything was. The city was unmoving, with undoubtedly only a few remaining residents.

Tap. Tap. Taap.

"Ah, ah, ah..." The girl tested her throat. She cringed at the sound of her own voice. Raspy, clearly unused.

Her ears tingled, almost overwhelmed at the sound of her voice. Perhaps even her own body subconsciously thought she sounded awful.

The girl in her uniform looked at the board. The board was scarred by the colourful chalk used to write their test scores.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Silence was all she knew. Ever since a year ago. Even as she grew up with noise, now it was bitter silence- with the last one being the last rocket bringing the valuable remnants of humans.

She missed being with people.

Most importantly, she missed being with him.

Tap. Taap. Tap.

The door abruptly moved, the essence of a presence. Whoever entered was incredibly quiet, as if it had been nothing but air.

"You..." The person finally spoke, voice breathy from exhaustion.

Speak of the devil and he will come, it appears.

"You're...- You're still here. Why?" The man who wore the male's uniform asks.

"There was no more space." She answers blankly, brows furrowing as she hears her voice.

Creeeeaak-

"Hey," He says, sitting on the chair beside her, using the backrest as his armrest. "Not looking at others while you talk is rude." He scoffs. "Jesus, who taught you manners? You must've lived in an orphanage."

Eleanor shot him a baffled look, which the man immediately digests as he gives a mocking smile.

"'Gotchu." He says. She rolls her eyes.

"Dante, what do you want?" Eleanor asks, crossing her arms at the intrusive man.

"Obviously, not letting you die a boring death." Dante shrugs as he looks at her with a disgruntled look. "Quite frankly, I'm awfully displeased that you had the nerve to think that I'd let you die in a freaking classroom."

"Words spoken eloquently from a delinquent." Eleanor covers her mouth as she chokes out a sob. "I'm so proud, I can't believe my tutoring sessions worked..."

Dante's mouth gaped open. "W-worked?!" He chokes out, standing up from his chair. "No way in hell. I can never understand how kaabaamboom became b square and waraam suddenly turned into eight square."

Eleanor frowns. "I have the right to believe that I'm a rather good teacher, as you ended up with a stunning score afterwards."

"Yeah, because I paid the top student to do my homework." Dante deadpans.