Zhaeshang Stories

Clear Cabaluna had always been quiet, the kind of girl people saw every day but never really noticed. She blended into hallways like a shadow that learned to keep itself small. But there was one person who always seemed to color her grayscale world. Gwyn Alcantara. Gwyn, with her loud laugh that echoed in corridors. Gwyn, who answered recitations with a confidence Clear envied. Gwyn, who looked like sunlight wearing a uniform too ordinary for someone so radiant. Clear met her in Grade 10, the year everything in her life began shifting, twisting, pulling her into shapes she didn't recognize. And Gwyn-she became the center of it all.

The pain of being Middle Child