Damiane used to be soft-gentle laughter, easy smiles, a boy who felt everything deeply. That was before his mother died and his father forgot how to look at him. Now, he moves through the halls of Oak Wood High like a ghost, shoulders slumped, eyes empty, letting the whispers and shoves roll off him like rain. They call him tragedy bait. They call him worse. He doesn't fight back. He doesn't feel much of anything anymore.
His old friends notice. They always have. And when they see the usual bullies closing in one afternoon, they decide enough is enough. They step in. They try to help.
But help comes too late.
Because when the confrontation ends, Damiane is on the ground-not breathing, no blood, no warning. Just... gone. No one saw what happened. No one knows who's responsible. And in the chaos, everyone becomes a suspect. Including the very friends who tried to save him.
As the investigation tears through the quiet town of Oak Wood, long-buried secrets claw their way to the surface. Hidden affairs. Old grudges. A history darker than the pines that surround them. And the more they dig, the more they realize: Damiane's death wasn't just senseless. It was impossible.
Some towns bury their truth deep. Oak Wood buried something worse.
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A haunting short story about grief, guilt, and the things we fail to see until it's too late.
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