Inferior ✨

2000✨

Iman's POV

It was my first day of my junior year of high school. That's where I first saw him. I'd never seen him before in my life.
But even through the crowded halls I still saw him.
And then I sought him.
It like he had his own gravitational pull, and I was the only one in orbit.
So before I could back out, I marched right up to him and held my hand out in a welcoming manner.
"Iman David of Goodwhin County, at your service."
I smiled, and he frowned. He looked down at my lonely hand before looking me in the face and walking away.
I was astonished, nobody rejects the Iman.
At that I decided, to make him like me, even if he didn't.

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Now I look down at emotionless face,lifeless.
Casket makeup poorly cover his bruises and scars.
I didn't weep. I didn't smile. I wasn't angry.
I was indifferent.
Because I was certain he knew I'd believe him if nobody else did.
And he was right.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"I know it's truth. I will avenge you. "

Because I knew the truth.
I read it, and unknowingly , I watched unfurl.

And Unlike the others.
I believe him.

Because why would a dead boy lie?