Chapter 5: Orphaned, But Not Abandoned And Unloved
Mika sighed, the sound heavy and reluctant. "Fine." He muttered, as he looked at the pitiful look Charlotte had on her face. "I was just...having a little dilemma back there, when the truck hit me."
Charlotte perked up instantly, leaning closer, her full attention locked on him. She hung on his every word, her gaze intense and unblinking, like a disciple awaiting wisdom from a sage.
Mika so rarely opened up, rarely let her peek past that stoic, sarcastic wall he kept up, and she wasn’t about to miss a single syllable. To her, this was a treasure, a glimpse into the heart of her beloved Mika, and she drank it in with a quiet, desperate hunger.
He didn’t look at her, his eyes drifting to the horizon as he spoke. "I was totally fine after the crash." He said, his voice low, steady. "You know that. I’m not exactly a normal person, haven’t been for a long time. You’ve known that since forever, right?"
She nodded quickly, almost instinctively.
Of course she knew. Mika wasn’t just different he was beyond.
Higher, somehow, than anyone she’d ever met, even her mother who was one of the most powerful blessed in the world, a presence that didn’t quite fit in this world.
She’d seen it in the way he shrugged off things that would kill even SS-tier blessed, the way he moved through life like he was untouchable, a step apart from the rest of humanity.
It wasn’t arrogance; It was just...him.
"But..." He continued, his tone shifting, growing heavier. "If I wasn’t like this, if I was just some regular guy walking down the street, no weird abilities, no nothing, and that truck hit me?"
"...I’d be gone. In a second. Body mangled, blood everywhere, soul halfway to heaven before I even hit the ground."
Charlotte’s breath stopped, her hands tightening on his arms like she could anchor him to the earth, keep that nightmare from ever coming true.