Chapter 2 : The Girl with no Safety Net
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The air around Clara shimmered for a moment. No human noticed it, but Shomer did.
Vigilis appeared beside him in the unseen realm.
“Watcher,” he said quietly, “envy is growing.”
Shomer’s expression tightened. “Where?”
“In the heart of a friend.”
Clara’s alarm rang at 4:45 a.m. She turned it off quickly.
Her room was small. Bare walls. A narrow bed. One wooden table. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling.
She lived with her mother in a modest apartment in Silver Spring. Two rooms. One bathroom. That was all.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, feeling the weight of too many sleepless nights.
From the other room, she heard running water. Her mother was already awake.
Beatrice stood at the sink, her back slightly bent, her hands rough from years of work. But her face still held warmth.
“Good morning, my sunshine. Did you sleep well?” she asked.
Clara nodded. “Yes, Mama.”
It wasn’t true.
Her mind had been stuck on yesterday. The dead laptop. The way it suddenly came back to life. The applause. The feeling that something unseen had helped her.
She still couldn’t explain it.
Beatrice handed her a plate. Two slices of bread, one fried egg, and a few pieces of banana.
“Eat. You need strength.”
Clara hesitated. “Mama, you should take the bananas.”
Beatrice smiled. “I already ate at work.”
Another quiet lie. They both knew it.
Outside, unseen, Shomer hovered near the balcony. His glow was faint now. His wings trembled.
Every time he helped her, it cost him something.
Still, he didn’t regret it.
“She’s still standing,” he whispered. “That’s enough.”
At the bus stop, Clara held her bag close.
Around her, students talked about internships, travel plans, and opportunities waiting for them.
She stayed quiet.
No rich relatives. No connections. Just her grades, her prayers, and her mother’s steady encouragement.
Her stomach growled, but she ignored it.
Inside her, a small spark of hope pushed against her fear. She didn’t know what would come next, and that scared her.
She closed her eyes and whispered a short prayer.
For a second, she felt warm. Like someone was close.
At the university library, she ran into Lydia Jackson.
Lydia looked perfect as always. Neat hair. Stylish bag. Easy confidence.
“Hey, girl!” Lydia said with a bright smile. “How was your presentation?”
Clara lit up a little. “It went well… I think.”
“That’s amazing! You deserve it.”
Her smile stayed in place, smooth and polished.
Not far away, Shomer watched. His light dimmed slightly.
He could feel it. Something under Lydia’s words. Something sharp.
But he stayed silent.
They studied together that afternoon.
Lydia joked, shared snacks, and kept praising her.
“You’re so smart,” she said. “I wish I had your brain.”
Clara laughed softly. “I’m just trying.”
For once, she felt seen. Like she had a real friend.
But Shomer kept watching. He saw the small shifts. The hidden tension. The quiet need to compete.
Later, Lydia pointed at a group of students dressed in business clothes.
“See them? Some are interning at that firm in Baltimore. They’re so lucky.”
Clara nodded. “I hope I get a chance too.”
Her voice was soft. Careful. Like she didn’t want to expect too much.
Her hope was fragile.
She didn’t know how close it was to becoming real.
That evening, Clara got home.
Her mother was sitting down, gently rubbing her feet.
“Tired?” Clara asked.
“Just a little,” Beatrice said with a small smile.
Clara knelt and took her feet in her hands. “I’ll take care of you soon. I promise.”
Beatrice’s eyes filled slightly. “I believe you.”
Later that night, Clara opened her email.
A new message.
Internship Opportunity.
Her heart jumped.
She clicked.
A marketing firm in Baltimore had seen her project. They wanted her CV.
Her hands shook. “Mama!”
They held each other, laughing and crying, thanking God.
Above them, Shomer smiled faintly.
“Doors are opening,” he whispered.
But somewhere else, something darker was growing.
Across town, Lydia sat in front of her laptop.
She had received an email too.
But hers read: We regret to inform you…
Her face hardened.
“So she gets everything,” she muttered.
Her fingers tightened on the keyboard.
Clara had learned early that dreams were expensive.
At five, she watched her mother scrub stains off office floors while whispering prayers.
As she grew older, she learned to fix torn clothes instead of replacing them.
She worked part-time as a teenager to help out.
Through it all, she admired her mother. The strength. The quiet hope.
That night, Clara fell asleep with a small smile.
For the first time in months, hope felt real.
She didn’t see the shadow standing quietly at her door.
She didn’t know Lydia’s feelings had changed.
To Clara, she had finally found a true friend.
For the first time, she felt complete.
Shomer watched, uneasy.
He sensed the shift, but he couldn’t act. Not yet.
Not until Lydia made her intentions clear.
Clara didn’t hear the whisper.
“Let’s see how long you keep shining.”
In Lydia’s room, a folder opened on her laptop.
Clara’s name glowed on the screen.
Beside it, a plan began to form.
And something in the shadows leaned closer, waiting.
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