I didn't eat much that day.
My eyes unconsciously follow him and my mind feel like travels in another universe where I and him... have some attachable and affectionate moments happening and where I am not in that miserable situation where he needs to help me...
Thak..!! From this sound i snapped back to reality. And found my self staring and not doing any movement.
Infront of me my food is placed as it is..
Even though the food smelled warm and familiar, my appetite had disappeared somewhere between the whispers in the corridor and the moment I saw him in the canteen.
Mark Keifer Watson.
The boy who saved me in the dark.
The senior everyone feared.
The president.
The supervisor.
The realization sat heavy in my chest like a truth I wasn't ready to carry.
I kept my head down as I walked back to class, but my mind refused to be quiet.
I muttering in my head..
So he wasn't just a stranger.
He was someone powerful. Someone important.
Someone far above my world.
And yet, yesterday… he had knelt in front of me like nothing else mattered.
Class resumed, but my focus didn't.
The teacher's voice blurred into background noise while my thoughts replayed everything again and again—his calm tone, the way his eyes softened when I cried, the firm way he told me I was safe.
And there is something unsettling in his eyes like the way he is seeing me miserable..!! Pathetic girl or something else like he is really feel my pain and know what is this situation and he is also tortured from this pain. ( I lost in thinking again and again whereas i try to focus but..haa)
I pressed my pen harder than necessary against the paper.
Don't think about him, I told myself.
You don't even know him.
But my heart didn't listen.
It never did.
I felt it before I saw it.
That sudden shift in the room.
A quiet authority moving through the corridor outside our classroom.
The murmurs stopped.
Footsteps approached—measured, confident.
The door opened.
"Good afternoon, sir," the class teacher greeted respectfully.
Sir? ( When I heard that same voice which I can't forgot my whole life )
My spine straightened instinctively.
"I'm here for routine supervision," a familiar voice said calmly.
My breath caught.
I didn't look up immediately.
I didn't need to.
I already knew. Who's voice is this.
"Please continue," he added.
I forced myself to raise my eyes.
There he was. That same commanding eyes how he observes and what aura it radiate.
Standing near the door, arms crossed loosely, observing the class like he owned the space.
Which, apparently… he did.
Our eyes met.
Just for a second.
Recognition flashed.
His brows drew together slightly—not concern, not warmth.
Awareness.
He looked away first.
Why does that hurt? I wondered. The way he break eye contact it hurt..
I wasn't special to him. I know it already but there is something I can't say and it's unsettling to me to my heart..
Yesterday, I had been a responsibility.
Today, I was just another junior. Silently i absorbed the reality.
Throughout the period, I could feel his presence like a weight pressing gently against my thoughts.
When the teacher asked a question, I answered automatically—my voice steady, confident.
He noticed.
When a boy tried to pass a comment under his breath, I shut it down with one calm, sarcastic sentence.
The class laughed.
He noticed that too.
I could feel his gaze on me—not curious, but assessing.
As if he were trying to understand what kind of girl I really was.
That made me nervous.
Because no one ever stayed long enough to see all of me.
After class, he spoke to the teacher briefly and then turned to leave.
I told myself not to look.
I did anyway.
And that's when— ( I heard ground turned itself and someone calling...Oh no no it obvious that person call me )
"Jasper Jean Mariano."
My name.
From his mouth.
The class froze.
Every eye turned toward me.
My heart skipped violently.
"Yes?" I replied, standing slowly.
"Walk with me," he said.
Not a request.
An order. From the way he sayed it's already order or if I can't respond then i might get drag my whole lovely self in danger.
So " haa.." i sigh what another option i have i obligedly follow his order whithout any reluctance.
The corridor felt longer than usual.
I walked half a step behind him, hands clenched at my sides, my mind racing.
What did I do wrong?
Does he know?
Is this about yesterday?
We stopped near the staircase—the same place I'd noticed him during my first week.
He turned to face me.
Up close, he was even more intimidating in uniform.
"You shouldn't provoke people," he said calmly.
"I didn't," I replied before I could stop myself.
He studied my face carefully.
"You're intelligent," he said. "And sharp with words. That makes people feel threatened.
"I lifted my chin slightly. "I won't apologize for defending myself."
Silence stretched between us.
Then—
"Good," he said.
The word startled me.
"You shouldn't," he continued. "But don't underestimate how ugly people can become when they feel smaller than you."
Something in his tone wasn't advice.
It was experience.
"I understand," I said softly.
His gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary.
"Take care of your injuries," he added quietly.
"And don't walk alone for a few days."
I nodded.
"Sir," I said automatically.
He stiffened.
"…Mark," he corrected.
The way he said it—low, restrained—sent a strange warmth through my chest.
"Yes," I whispered. "Mark."
He stepped back immediately.
Distance restored.
"You may go," he said.
And just like that—it was over.
That evening, I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
My mother's voice echoed faintly from downstairs as she spoke on the phone, her tone tense.
"No," she said sharply. "She knows nothing. And she never will."
A pause.
"Yes. I'm sure. Keep him away from us."
My heart thudded painfully.
Who is she talking about?
I hugged my knees to my chest.
Fragments of memories surfaced—blurred faces, raised voices, fear that didn't belong to a child.
And always—
A man without a face.
The next day, I noticed something unsettling.
Wherever I went—corridor, library, canteen—
He was there.
Not close.
Not obvious.
Watching.
Protecting?
Or monitoring?
I couldn't tell.
And that scared me more than the bullies ever had.
Because I didn't know where I stood in his world. But I am sure he is not see me as someone who's special to him. He see me something like child or little oh god....!!! even i can't argue with that coz of my age..
But I knew one thing with terrifying clarity—
I was already standing too close to his.
When the final bell rang, I packed my bag slowly.
As I stepped outside, the sky darkened.
Rain threatened.
Mark stood near the gate, talking to another senior.
For a moment, our eyes met again.
This time, he didn't look away.
Neither did I.
Something unspoken passed between us—something fragile, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
I didn't know yet—
That this closeness was the first crack.
And once cracks appear…
Darkness always finds a way in.
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