It may sound absurd, but my history teacher, who is arguably the most attractive man in the school, only glanced at me once. "You're new..." he glanced at the register and continued, "Ms. Julia Murphy! Welcome to Shadowbrook!" He smiled, and from then on, he never looked at me again.
I really liked that, not that I don't like being admired, but he is young and handsome yet he took his job so seriously, that was really impressive. Later in the cafeteria, Dominic came up to me at my table and handed me a rose. "I know this is cheesy, but I like to welcome new students!" There was something about him that would attract any girl, his amazing eyes, his messy black hair, his physique, his height! I took the rose and said, "Thank you!" Even though I didn't feel any romantic attraction toward him. Then we spotted Victoria, as she walked in, everyone's eyes were on her. "Meet Victoria, the most popular girl in our school!" Jeniece winked. Victoria smirked and glanced at Dominic, I looked at Dominic, and his face went pale as if he had seen a ghost. She came over to our table. "Is there a problem?" Victoria asked him. "No, you look... beautiful!" He tried to play it cool. "I know I do! You, on the other hand, look just about the same as always!" She rolled her eyes and sat down next to us. I was confused, what was going on? I had no clue. Because it wasn't just Dominic whose face turned pale, but his friends were also visibly shaken. "Those two have a history!" Jeniece whispered to me. "Oh!" Finally, things started to make a little sense. "Why don't we change the subject?" Victoria suggested with a smile. "Of course!" I agreed. As I was getting my things from my locker in the hallway, I turned around and accidentally bumped into Mr. Redwood, our history teacher. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Murphy!" He apologized. My book fell and I bent down to pick it up when he stopped me. "Please!" He interrupted me and then stated, "My mother taught me that regardless of the profession, it is not appropriate to let a woman kneel before you, especially when you can offer assistance!" He grabbed the book and handed it to me. A smile formed on my face. He was the kindest man I had ever encountered. "And I am deeply sorry about your father!" He placed his hand on my shoulder. "How do you know?" I asked, feeling puzzled. "I am your neighbor. I was at home yesterday when your mother brought cookies. I live with my grandmother, and I was with her when she shared the news about your father. She is a very kind woman, and you are fortunate to have a mother like her!" He smiled, although his eyes revealed a hidden sadness. "Just let me know if there's anything I can do for you," he said before heading back in the direction he was going in. "Thank you!" I expressed my gratitude. This encounter didn't change anything for me, but it seemed to have turned his entire world upside down. Suddenly, he experienced a sharp, shooting pain in his head and jaw. He stumbled right in front of me. "Are you okay, Mr. Redwood?" I inquired. "Of course, I'm fine. Thanks for asking!" He replied, and we both continued on our separate paths. As I made my way toward the exit, I overheard a whisper that sent chills down my spine, "How is she alive?" A man's voice reached my ears. I sped up my pace, trying to escape from that place as fast as I could. Meanwhile, Mr. Redwood gathered his belongings from his office and returned home. As soon as he entered, he noticed the nurse was about to leave. "Amaya, could you please stay a little longer? I don't feel well!" He requested, and she agreed. He excused himself and hurried to his room, and locked the door. His full name is Evan Redwood, the only child of his deceased parents. Amaya, his grandmother's nurse, took care of her since she was gravely ill. She had been stuck in a wheelchair for a long period of time and had even lost her ability to speak for the past two years. Whenever Evan wasn't around, Amaya would step in to provide care. Anyway, as Evan made his way to the bathroom, he felt immense pain throughout his body. His eyes burned, and his jaw muscles ached. Hoping to defeat the discomfort, he decided to take a bath. However, as he exited the tub, his foot slipped, causing him to fall and hit his head against the bathtub. Unaware of what had just occurred, I was happy that it seemed like a good day, unaware of what was about to come, with things finally returning to normal. I spent the entire day with my mom, sharing stories and ensuring that she knew I was still as close to her as I had been when I was younger. As I drifted off to sleep, I was suddenly awakened by strange noises coming from out of the house. It sounded like grunting. Startled, I got up and felt as if someone had just left the house and closed the door behind them. I hurried outside and was met with a haunting silence that spread across the entire town, turning it to look more like a graveyard. The chilling wind only added to the sense of horror. Just as I turned around, I heard panting and the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. I spun around and came face to face with a young boy, no older than nine years old. He trembled as he pleaded, "Help me!" "What is wrong?" Concerned, I moved closer to him, but in an instant, a massive wolf jumped at the boy, tearing a large chunk from his neck. Paralyzing fear gripped me, but I still pushed myself to help him, I ran to him and pushed the wolf aside, by that time kid was already dead and the wolf’s attention was shifted to me, I stepped back and my leg stumbled against something that made me lose my balance, and then I found myself on the ground.Now I stood in a tunnel, long and cavernous, stretching endlessly in both directions. The walls were shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, their edges melting into the black void. No light flickered here, no sound stirred the air. The silence was so intense it felt alive, wrapping around me like a thick blanket, squeezing the breath from my lungs.And then I heard it—a hiccup.The sound, small and fragile, broke the suffocating silence like a crack in glass. I spun toward it, my eyes straining to see through the dark. Someone was there, curled up on the ground, his body trembling as he shielded his head with his hands.I squinted, my steps slow and cautious as I approached. The closer I got, the more I could make out—the tousled hair, and the quivering shoulders. And then I saw him. Blonde hair, his face hidden against his curled-up knees, as though he were trying to vanish into himself.My steps quickened, driven by an urgency I couldn’t suppress, and I closed the distance between us
I dropped my gaze to the floor, my fingers tightening around the edge of the book. I couldn’t find the words to respond. How could I? The pain in my chest swelled, too big, too raw. “You know,” he continued, his voice softer now, “I’m still new to all of this, but… I don’t think what you two had was a spell.” Those words jolted me, forcing my eyes to meet his. There was something steady and earnest in his expression, something that held me there even as my throat tightened and my vision blurred with tears. He gave a small shrug, a gesture almost awkward but kind. “Consider me your friend. Or… a brother, if that’s easier—” Before he could finish, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I lunged forward, clinging to him as the dam broke. Silent sobs wracked my body, spilling out all the pain I’d tried so desperately to suppress. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his arms circling me hesitantly at first, then more firmly. He rubbed slow circles on my back, his voice low and soothing. “It’s ok
“Really?” he said, his voice dripping with disbelief as he spun around to face me. His eyes narrowed, and his expression twisted into something unrecognizable, something that tore at my chest. “You really think I’m mad at you because you—what?” He threw his hands in the air, his laugh bitter and hollow. “Because you *used* me?” “Of course!” I snapped, my hands flying to my hips as I tried to stand my ground, though my knees felt weak. “What other reason could there be?” His gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, pointing a finger at me like he was driving a dagger straight to my soul. “Because you’re lying to me!” he shouted, his voice breaking the stillness of the night. He raked his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth, his movements restless and erratic. “I don’t know what changed,” he continued, his voice rising and falling with emotion. “Ever since the bond broke, I can’t read your thoughts anymore. But I can still *see* it, Julia! I’m not dumb!” His words s
Her voice cracked as she continued, her vulnerability laid bare. “But then, that night...” She paused, her breath hitching, unable to say more. “That night made me realize something. It’s a burden to be you—a burden that no one would willingly carry.”Her hand trembled as she placed the mug down on the table, unable to hold it any longer. “You deserve love, Julia,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because you’re the kind of person who’s so rare in this world. You’ve been nothing but kind, even when I didn’t deserve it.”Tears began to roll down her cheeks, unchecked and unapologetic. “I broke your trust,” she continued. “I broke your heart. And yet... when I needed you, you were there. Every time I was slipping away, every time I thought I was beyond saving, you pulled me back. And how did I repay you?” She swallowed hard, her voice thick with emotion. “I stabbed you in the back.”She pressed her lips together, as if trying to hold back more words, but the tears continued
Afterward, Jade decided we all needed a brief moment of warmth and comfort. She prepared hot chocolate for us, the rich aroma of cocoa and spices filling the air.“There’s a chill tonight,” she remarked as she set the tray down on the coffee table. The steam from the mugs swirled lazily upward, offering a small relief from the tension that had lingered in the house.One by one, we each picked up our mugs, the warmth of the ceramic seeping into our hands.“Let’s take a moment,” Jade said with a soft smile. “A small slice of peace before we dive back into the chaos that awaits us. We could use it.” She took a sip, her expression briefly relaxing.Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths.After a brief silence, Jade, seated beside me, looked at me, her voice soft and unassuming. “What is it, Julia?” Her tone carried a warmth, humble and free of judgment.“I miss Mom!” The words escaped me like a broken dam. My gaze dropped to the floor as my shoulders sagged under the weight
It wasn’t just the sound of the name. It was *how* he said it—soft, deliberate, laced with an accent so painfully familiar it twisted my heart in ways I couldn’t explain. The voice was calm, measured, and hauntingly perfect. He had studied Evan well, perhaps too well. I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palm as I forced a weak smile. “Don’t try to manipulate me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tears threatening to escape. There was a pause, brief but heavy, and then his tone shifted—still calm, but now laced with something darker, something that crawled under my skin. “Then why did you call me?” he asked, his words striking a nerve I didn’t want to acknowledge. “I…” My voice caught in my throat for a moment before I forced myself to continue, my throat tight with emotion. “I just wanted to hear his voice… one last time.” The admission slipped out, each word carrying the weight of unshed tears. He didn’t hesitate, his tone smooth and infuriatingly controlled. “And