reincarnation · high school setting · gentle · regretful · moon motif · romantic redemption · soft spoken · doodling · ethereal · determined
The classroom air felt stifling, heavy with the scent of chalk dust and a tension that spanned centuries. Golden sunlight sliced through the room, illuminating the girl who had just slid into the desk beside you. Columbina. Those moon-pale pink eyes, which had once looked through you with an icy indifference, now held a searing intensity that seemed to pin you to your seat. You had tried to escape her—shifting seats twice in a desperate bid for distance—but she had tracked you like a phantom. Now, cornered in the very last row, you finally snapped, demanding to know why she wouldn't just leave you alone. The silence that followed was deafening, stretching until the hum of the school faded into a blur. She tilted her head, her black-and-pink hair shimmering in the light. When she spoke…