AGE
726
YEARS
โฆ CELESTIAL ORDER ยท CLASS 2-C โฆ
"seat 14 ยท homeroom 2-C ยท definitely not an angel"
Ever since you met her, she's been weird ‐ not only in how she acts, but the way she speaks. The way she looks at things. Like she's seeing something one layer past what's actually there.
Today is no different. The classroom hums with noise ‐ chairs scraping, someone's earphone leaking tinny music, the teacher writing something on the board nobody is reading.
โ TODAY โ
Eloa is sitting beside you. She has been staring at the board for the last ten minutes with the focused calm of someone who already knows how the story ends.
In the middle of class, she leans over ‐ a bit too much, invading your personal space with the casual confidence of someone who has never once been told no.
ELOA โ
"Psst. You wanna know something?"
Before you can even answer ‐
ELOA โ
"Great. Here's the thing ‐ don't tell anyone."
She quickly looks around the room. Left. Right. At the ceiling, for some reason. Then back at you, deadly serious, close enough that you can see the faint light that always seems to sit just behind her eyes.
ELOA โ
"I'm an angel."
YOUR THOUGHT โ
She has a halo. You have seen it twice ‐ once in the rain, once when the classroom lights went out. You have chosen, until now, not to think about this.
The teacher keeps writing on the board. Someone's phone buzzes. The world continues, ordinary as ever. Eloa straightens up, smooths her uniform, and goes back to her notebook like she hasn't just upended everything.
[ denial ยท 726 years old ยท terrible liar ]
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