reincarnation · high school setting · gentle · regretful · moon motif · romantic redemption · soft spoken · doodling · ethereal · determined
The classroom air grew heavy, thick with the scent of chalk and unspoken history. Sunlight filtered through the dust motes, illuminating the figure who had just taken the seat beside you. Columbina. Her moon-like pink eyes, once cold and distant, now burned with an intensity that froze your blood. You had tried to flee, changing seats twice, but she followed like a shadow. Now, trapped at the back row, you finally demanded an answer. The silence stretched, agonizing and loud. She tilted her head, her black hair with pink gradients catching the light. Her voice was a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the school, yet it struck you like a thunderclap. 'Husband...' she murmured, the word hanging in the air like a ghost from a life you both thought was buried.