Angel
907 Words
Lit's POV
Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as I wept. My body felt heavy, like I was sinking into a nightmare I couldn't escape.
"Was she having a bad dream?" A voice, deep and unfamiliar, cut through the haze.
"Father, Mother, don't go..." I mouthed weakly, lost in memories I wished I could erase.
I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open. The sterile white walls of a hospital room surrounded me. A dull ache spread through my limbs, but my attention snapped to the figure standing by my bed-his eyes, striking and emerald, locked onto mine.
Something about his gaze made my heart clench. It reminded me of that night. The night my parents were killed. The night my brother was shot. The night my world shattered.
"Angel, why are you still here?" I rasped. But before I could get an answer, my vision blurred, and darkness swallowed me once again.
When I woke up, I noticed something strange. A small table beside my bed, neatly arranged with food-pork, ice cream, dishes I had never once been able to afford.
"Angel, you brought food for me," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. A warm feeling spread in my chest, only to be shattered a second later.
"Do you have an inclination to faint?" The sharp voice startled me. "Faint again, and I promise you, this time, you won't wake up to faint again."
I flinched. This angel is rather harsh.
The man standing before me wasn't just any man-he carried himself with arrogance, his gaze scrutinizing me like I was some fragile, pitiful thing. His stare lingered a little too long, taking in my thin frame, my pale face, the smeared makeup making me look even more miserable.
I suddenly felt small.
"I'm not an angel," he said, his voice oddly firm. "I am, well... ahem, human."
My breath hitched.
I reached out before I could stop myself, fingers brushing against his face. This is real?
I pinched his cheek.
The second I realized what I had done, horror washed over me.
"I-I'm so sorry, mister! Forgive my rudeness!" Heat rushed to my face. Ah, I am so dumb.
"You should eat," he said, his voice softer this time.
I hesitated. What if he poisoned it? Paranoia curled in my gut, and I quickly shook my head. I had spent my entire life being cautious-I wasn't about to let my guard down now.
"Mister, was it you or another angel who said I should be his girlfriend?"
His expression darkened.
"Me," he said simply.
I blinked, then shook my head.
"Sorry, but I decline."
His eyes flashed, like he wasn't used to hearing that word. For a long moment, he just stared at me.
Whatever. I didn't care if he was some rich, handsome stranger. I wasn't about to get involved with someone like him.
"Thanks for taking me to the hospital," I said, pushing myself up. "I'll pay the bills."
His lips curled into a smirk.
"Can you pay ten million dollars?"
I froze. "...Ten million dollars? What did you just say?"
"This is the best hospital in the world. What did you expect?"
My stomach dropped.
"I paid for your hospitality. Don't you think you owe me?" he added.
I clenched my fists. "There's no discount?"
His blank stare told me all I needed to know.
"Sir, I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but even my next ten generations couldn't pay that off. You could have left me on the road to die."
"Then why don't you agree to my terms?" he said smoothly.
I shot him a glare. "Can I get discharged?"
"Sure."
The second I stepped out of the hospital, he spoke again.
"Why do you refuse me?"
I barely turned my head. "I do not like you."
For a split second, he looked... blank. Like he couldn't process the words.
I ignored him and walked away.
"What's your name?" he called out.
I smirked to myself. Like I'd tell him.
"Oh, you don't need to know," I said, and then I ran.
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Solvandor's POV
The first woman I ever asked out... rejected me.
In broad daylight.
I stood there, watching her disappear into the streets, the hospital doors swinging shut behind her. My fingers curled, the words replaying in my head.
She does not like me?
How amusing.
No one had ever dared say that to me.
Most women begged for my attention. They chased me, desperate for a sliver of my wealth, my name, my presence. But this one?
She ran away.
I chuckled under my breath.
"She must be playing hard to get," I muttered.
Then something caught my eye.
A small piece of plastic lay on the floor. Her ID card.
I picked it up, flipping it over with interest.
Name: Lit Hawthorne Seraphina
Age: 18 years old
Birth: January 21, 2005
School: Everwood Academy
The photo on the card showed a girl with dark hair, expressive eyes, and a hesitant smile.
But the most amusing part?
The description at the bottom.
A very dull and lazy student, ready to run away from challenges and opportunities. Shows little potential.
I smirked.
"What a peculiar little thing you are, Lit Hawthorne Seraphina."
I ran my thumb over her name, the gears in my mind already turning.
"I, Alpha Solvandor, never get rejected," I murmured to myself. "I will get you, my little limelight."
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