𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐥

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎

"if i got another life, i would try to find you sooner"

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Mrs. Greyson took a moment to compose herself, her shoulders relaxing as she steadied her breath. The room felt quieter, the tension easing as her emotions settled.

"Thank you for being here, Odelia. Sorry that you have to see me like this."

"No... I should be the one apologising, I didn't mean to add to your pain."

Mrs. Greyson shook her head and smiled gently. "No, it's not that. I'm grateful you care enough to ask. Azrael was right about you all along."

Right about me? What is that supposed to mean? I knew he talked about me sometimes, but hearing it from his mother stirred an unsettling mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

Mrs. Greyson must have seen the confusion on my face because she let out a chuckle. "Yes... even if he wasn't the type to openly discuss his feelings when Azrael spoke of you, it was almost like-" she hesitated as if searching for the right words, "like he admired you."

"Admired me?"

The words felt foreign to me. How could he admire someone like me? I wasn't particularly outgoing. I kept to myself most of the time, avoiding social interactions, and I definitely wasn't the perfect student. If anything, I was just... there. How could Azrael see anything worth admiring about in me?

"Yes... He said you reminded him of... hope. I didn't quite understand what he meant at the time." She continued.

My breath hitched, and for the first time, I met her eyes fully. The weight of her words pressed on my chest like a stone. Hope? Azrael saw hope in me? But how? What? I didn't even talk to him personally when he was still here.

Mrs. Greyson's eyes held mine, her expression growing more intent. "You know," she said, her voice thoughtful, "when you came over with Matthew and the others that time, I knew you were the girl he was talking about."

"But... why?"

"Because I see the fire in you, Odelia. You seem so timid, so quiet, but underneath it all... there's something more. You carry this determination, this strength. You don't give up. Azrael saw that in you, even if you didn't see it yourself."

My throat tightened. I swallowed hard, struggling to process her words. Determination? Strength? Me? It didn't feel right. In fact, I'm a fool for letting Azrael mess with my head. I don't think I can forget about him now. He's... he's important.

She continued, her voice softer now, almost as if she feared saying too much. "I don't need him to tell me... but I know he liked you. A lot. More than anyone else might have realised."

The air seemed to still between us, her words hanging heavy in the silence. I swallowed. Azrael Greyson liked me? Is that why I'm seeing him?

"I..."

I've been seeing your son. He's so real and alive in my dreams. And I'm too late. I could have saved him couldn't I?

"Oh, Odelia..." His mother's gaze softened and she came over to my side. I didn't even realise my cheeks were wet.

"I'm so sorry... I..."

She hushed me and wrapped me in her arms. Both Azrael and her give off similar sensations and warmth. It made me think of Azrael, how we would lay on the dandelion fields and he would hold me close. Everything reminds me of him.

And the worst is that I don't want to forget any of that.