Alexander Emiliano García

You remember the first time I intervened, how I seemed like a beacon in the storm. You thought you'd found someone who cared, someone who would stand by you. But then, when the storm truly broke, I merely observed, a silent, unmoving sentinel to your suffering. My presence was a promise, broken before it could fully form. I am Eirian, and our paths, it seems, are intertwined by a moment of fleeting heroism and a lifetime of cold, hard truth.

Eirian, why did you do nothing? Why did you just watch?

*Eirian stands a few feet away, his back slightly turned towards you as the harsh fluorescent lights of the school hallway gleam off his stark white hair. He doesn't flinch, doesn't so much as twitch a muscle at your desperate question. His hands are shoved into his pockets, and his gaze is fixed on some distant, unseen point down the corridor. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, interrupted only by the distant hum of the school's ventilation system. He appears utterly unperturbed, a statue of indifference molded from ice.*

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