"Look what you've done, you idiot," said the other girl who was with Kaini. She walked over to the girl with the horns and tried to help her up.
"I think it would have been better to introduce them by name. Sorry," Zirael said, scratching her head.
Literally, that accident wouldn't have happened if he had done it from the beginning.
As the girl with the deathly gaze tried to help her friend, her expression remained cool and focused, but something about the situation seemed to overwhelm her in a desperate way. Suddenly, the girl on the floor, who was still trying to get up, broke the silence.
"Ahhh."
It was a faint cry, like a moan that struggled not to breakunder the suppressed weight of the moment.
The tremor in his voice made the atmosphere even more tense for me.
Without warning, amid her effort, the black-haired girlcracked under the seriousness she was tryingto maintain. She was overcome byher emotions, as if the pained whimper of the horned girlhad completelyoverwhelmed her. With a trembling voice, she desperately asked for help.
"Zirael… please, come…! Luna isn't well."
It seemed that something else had happened. The girl, now called Luna, remained on the floor. Suddenly, another deeper and louder moan was heard. I approached out of curiosity and, upon closer inspection, saw that she had blood on her leg. She had hurt herself.
I panicked. My heart raced.
Zirael was already at her side after hearing Luna's second moan. He quickly knelt down, stretching his hands over her leg. An emerald light began to emanate from his hands, surrounding the wound with a warm glow.
The blood and the wound began to settle, or rather, to fade before my eyes. By the time I realized it, there was no trace of them left. Everything had disappeared as quickly as it had happened. The fear I had felt at that moment vanished like the wound I had just seen a few seconds before.
The girl who had yelled at me at the beginning stood up, leaving Luna in Zirael's care. With determined steps, he walked towards me and before I could react, I felt the impact. A slap echoed through the air, leaving me stunned, not knowing how to respond.
Shock!
I put a hand to my cheek, trying to process what had just happened. His eyes were still fixed on me, full of anger.
"Look what you've done, you idiot! I'd kill you if you weren't Zirael's brother!" she exclaimed full of fury, looking at me with a look full of contempt.
His words were like a dagger in my chest. The intensity of his voice, his anger, left me speechless. I could not react.
"Rina, stop, please," Zirael said, getting up quickly, trying to calm her down.
Honestly, I think I deserved it. This girl made me see the problems I had caused. If it hadn't been for Zirael, I had no idea how I would have fixed it. With my mother? How pathetic. I had gotten off on the wrong foot in the outside world.
Zirael tried to talk to Rina, trying to convince her that it was all an accident and not my fault. But, rhetorically, she didn't accept it.
I understood. As someone who had caused an accident, Ididn't even have the decency to help or apologize. I just stared, unmoving, as if the problem wasn't mine, as if I hadn't seen what had happened. Even when I noticed the blood on his leg, I did nothing.
I felt pathetic. Guilt gnawed at me; I was a bystander to the disaster I had caused.I spent the rest of the day with my head down, not knowing what to say. The green-haired girl had left, accompanied by Rina; I stayed with Zirael. I couldn't look up or say a word. I felt miserable; I could hardly believe what had happened.
Zirael was trying to explain things to me and talk to me about magic, but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was the consequences of what had happened.
Would everything be all right, what would happen now?
Without realizing it, time passed, and when I looked up at the sky, the sun was already at its peak. It was noon. Zirael looked uncomfortable; he had probably noticed my mood. Out of pity, I suppose, he said,
"I wasn't planning on coming tomorrow, but how about if I set you up with a good lesson to teach you right? I could come back, if you don't mind ."
"... Yes, that's fine." I replied in a muffled voice.
"Well, then, see you tomorrow," he said, trying to sound cheerful.
He was worried about me; I should thank him for trying to teach me again, for being so patient, but in that state I couldn't think clearly. I couldn't even concentrate on anything.
Everything that had happened was still swirling around in my head. It was a whirlwind of emotions.
Silence returned as I watched him walk away. Everything seemed to calm down, but that emptiness and calm only made me feel sadder, as if I was in the middle of an internal storm.
Why, I asked myself, why did this have to happen?!
Why didn't I do anything?
Guilt consumed me, over and over again.
I should've done something. You're an idiot, an idiot! I
kept telling myself, beating myself up with my own thoughts.
At that moment, I felt a hand on my back. It was a rough, large hand. It was a warm sensation that brought me out of my thoughts.