The Fallen Angel

1. Him

Under azure blue skies peppered with white fluffy clouds, the library basked in the radiant embrace of the morning sun, casting a golden glow upon its shelves and tables. Yet, amidst this picturesque scene, an unexpected spectacle unfolded—a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the serene atmosphere with a crackling burst of energy.Caught in the midst of this natural display, I found myself drawn to the tranquility of the library, seeking refuge from the stormy tempest outside. As I entered, my gaze was immediately drawn to him, seated at a distant table bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the windows.

Mesmerized by his presence, I watched in silent awe as he tilted his head, a cascade of hair catching the light and igniting with a breathtaking golden gleam. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as he paused, his pen tapping rhythmically against the desk before he resumed his writing with quiet determination.

Each movement he made sent ripples through my heart, his very presence casting a spell that left me spellbound. Lost in admiration from afar, I couldn't help but marvel at the way he effortlessly captivated my senses, his every gesture etched into my memory like a masterpiece painted upon the canvas of my mind

His deep, soulful eyes sparkled like pools of liquid amber, hinting at depths of wisdom and kindness beyond his years. Tousled waves of chestnut hair framed his face, lending him an air of effortless allure that drew others to him like moths to a flame.

But it was not just his striking appearance that captivated those around him. Beneath his rugged exterior lay a heart of gold, brimming with empathy, compassion, and an unwavering sense of integrity. Whether lending a helping hand to a neighbor in need or standing up for what he believed in, his actions spoke volumes about the depth of his character.

My pulse quickened as I saw him across the room, my nerves tingling with excitement and apprehension. The heat of the situation seemed to amplify my anxiety, my mind racing with what I had witnessed, something not for the faint of heart.

Seeking solace, I retreated behind the safety of a nearby shelf, hoping to gather my thoughts and regain my composure. Yet, even in the dimly lit aisles of the library, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me.

Suddenly, a voice shattered the silence, and I jumped in surprise, feeling a tap on my shoulder. "Oh my God, finally you're here in the library!" she exclaimed, her words jolting me out of my reverie.

"I turned back and whispered, 'Shh, what are you doing here?' I asked her, lowering my voice. She crossed her arms and retorted, 'What are you doing here? Sneaking glances at your charming beau, huh?" I shushed her and pointed discreetly at him, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment."

"Haha, so my bestie is here to sneak him out," she chuckled, tugging at my hair. I grabbed a book from the library shelf and passed it to him innocently, pretending to read random pages. Aria came up behind me, calling my name, and stopped me.

"What do you want, Aria?" I whispered, keeping my eyes on him as he pretended to read.

Suddenly, she delivered a sharp smack across my face," the book is flipped, you fool!" she snapped.

"I'm mortified," I grimaced, She gestured for me to read aloud, and I nodded, chuckling nervously. "Julian felt around on the ground for a stone -," but I was interrupted by the librarian woman.

"Can you two get out now?" she shouted angrily. We hastily covered ourselves with the book and bolted out of the library.

I sank against the wall, pulling Aria's hair anxiously. "Aria, did he see me?" I fretted. She grinned reassuringly. "Don't worry, Isabelle, he didn't even glance at you once. It's so embarrassing," she chuckled, collapsing to the ground with laughter.

Fury surged within me, and I exclaimed, "Remember my words, Aria! The entire school will envy us, and we'll become the most enviable high school couple!"

"We'll be the most sizzling couple," I proudly declared just as the principal strolled past us. "What are you two doing here? Go to your classroom now!" he demanded. We ran off, chuckling to ourselves.

In the classroom

As I rested my head on the desk and slipped into slumber, my mind wandered into a realm of white clouds and twinkling stars. Among them, Adrian's striking presence stood out, his tall stature and captivating visage drawing me in. I felt myself kneeling before him, the stars casting a celestial glow on his dark hair as he approached. With bated breath, I awaited his next move. Then, in a soft voice, he asked, "Care to join me for a dance?".

As I drifted into sleep, I found myself immersed in a classroom scene, the air thick with tension. Abruptly, a voice sliced through the silence, aggressively calling my name. Disappointment washed over me as the vision of my dream began to fade, but before I could fully grasp my surroundings, I was on my feet, bewildered.

All eyes turned toward me, including the teacher's, his expression a mask of anger. His demand hung heavy in the air: answer the questions scrawled across the board. The classroom held its breath, anticipation palpable.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I met the challenge head-on, a confident smile spreading across my face as I delivered the correct answers. The teacher's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his anger melting into approval.

"Good," he conceded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You may sit down now." Relief flooded through me as I sank back into my seat, the weight of the moment lifting.