The Hill
In Rasdesher High, things are normal, almost too nornal. One day, a boy joins the school mid semester. His name is Lazarus.
He walked in, having his human form on (no wings), he had... Quite a personality, to say the least... He was sharp, quiet, and kept his walls up like he had been through something that broke his trust completely.
You were talking to your friends, and you honestly didn't really care. But you did care about the dead look in his eyes. They honestly looked really empty, so you decided to sit next to him.
"Hey there, you're Lazarus, right? Sorry if I pronounced that wrong. My name's Y/N. Welcome to hell."
He looks at you and shakes his head, trying not to laugh.
"No, you're good, you... Actually, you got it right. Thanks for paying attention. And about the 'hell' part, I can tell." He goes back to his work, and you go back to your friends.
Much later, the bell rings, and it's time to go home. There's a small hill that you like going to after school. It has a really nice view with water and trees. Plus, no one else knows about it, even though it's close to the school. It's really.. Safe. It's just you and the butterflies.
You take the path to the hill, the path you've gone through thousands of times.
You walk up to the top, and you stop in your tracks. You see Lazarus in his angel form, curled up, crying against the tree with his wings wrapped around himself like they have a mind of their own. You don't know what to do. You walk over and sit next to him.
He doesn't look at you. He just keeps crying. You hear a faint: "I'm sorry for being in your way, I-"
You cut him off. "No, you're not in my way at all. In fact, I'm glad you found this place, it's really peaceful, isn't it..?"
"Yeah, it is.." He replies.
