"you saved everyone but who saves you?"
Odelia Eston received the news of the unexpected death of Azrael Greyson, a classmate she barely interacted with who was known for being the class jokester. This incident sent Odelia to reflect on her brief an...
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The timeline is set during the months before Azrael's passing.
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January
The third year of high school means a new class, new subjects and new faces. I wish I could say I cared. But I don't. Not really. I'll probably stick with Matthew, Elijah and Kieran. The four of us have been together for years. Inseparable.
I walked into class, greeting Matthew and Kieran, who were already seated. Matthew, his feet kicked up on the desk, as usual, was lost in thought, while Kieran had his nose buried in another book. Elijah was late, as always. Same old routine. Same familiar faces. Until she walked in.
"Who's that?" I asked, feeling a strange, unfamiliar pull in my chest as I watched her glance around the room. She lit up when she spotted another girl - probably her friend.
Matthew shrugged without much interest.
"I don't remember her name, but I think she was from the class two rooms away from ours last year," Kieran mumbled, barely glancing up.
I looked at her again.
She didn't notice me, her focus completely on arranging her things at her desk. It was like the world suddenly got a little quieter. I don't know why, but something about her just... grabbed my attention. A kind of stillness in her that felt different from everyone else. For a second, I wondered if she would turn around and look my way.
She doesn't.
The teacher started roll call, and I heard her name.
Odelia Eston.
I glanced at her again.
She didn't look up, not even once.
I shrugged it off. What difference does it make?
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February
There's something about Odelia. I don't even know why I've started paying attention to her so much. We've never spoken. I don't think she even knows I exist.
But I noticed her.
I see how she always sits with her back straight, her eyes glued to the board, diligently taking notes. She seems so focused, like she's trying to blend in but never quite succeeds. There's a grace to her - something calm and soothing. I find myself looking for her in crowded hallways, in the cafeteria, during assemblies.
It's strange.
I've known so many people in this school, but she stood out to me the most. Not because she's loud or popular or anything like that. It's because she's not. She's... different.
She's quiet and self-driven. She barely speaks up unless necessary. Everything about her seems so mysterious.
