Azrael's POV
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Bloodoak Academy, 9: 09 Am.
He was a vampire.
He's lived for centuries. Watched people wither and die while he grew stronger. Watched entire empires rise and fall.
Rejection wasn't new to him.
Yet… when Celeste left. After calling him a 'creep' and looking at him with nothing but disgust—he felt something in him shatter. He tried keeping calm. Tried respecting her need for space.
But as he watched the black car drive away from the academy gates, disappearing under the thick shades of the surrounding forest, he couldn't help but wonder:
"Perhaps I should've left out the fact that I've watched her all her life," he smiled wryly, his fists curling in his pockets. "But it's for the best. Any more secrets would've led to resentment whenever it naturally came out."
He glanced around.
