Turning back, he was startled to find the man looking directly at him, his face calm but questioning. Are you alright? The man asked, his voice filled with concern. Isaiah nodded, though his voice trembled.
Thank you, I was just passing by. The man extended his hand. I’m Simon.
And you? Isaiah, he replied, shaking the man’s hand. Simon’s expression softened. I’ve been looking for you, Isaiah.
I wanted to see if you were alright. Isaiah’s heart skipped a beat. No one had ever looked for him before, let alone someone like Simon.
Before he could say more, a sleek black car pulled up beside them. A woman with cold, piercing eyes rolled down the window, her voice sharp. There you are, Simon.
Are you done with your little stroll? Simon’s face hardened, but he kept his voice calm. Yes, Amelia, I was just talking to a friend. Her gaze shifted to Isaiah, filled with disdain.
Friend, I don’t know why you waste time with people like him. Isaiah felt a familiar pang of humiliation, but forced himself to stand tall. Simon turned to her, his voice steady but laced with an edge.
Simon turned to her, his voice steady but laced with an edge. Amelia, that’s enough, he said firmly, a hint of anger in his tone. He looked back at Isaiah, his eyes filled with apology.
I’m sorry, he whispered. Isaiah managed a small, understanding smile. It’s alright, thank you for everything.
Simon nodded, a silent promise lingering in his gaze, and climbed into the car. As he pulled away, Isaiah was left alone in the dim light, the weight of Amelia’s coldness pressing on him. Yet Simon’s kindness sparked something new within him, a reminder that he wasn’t invisible, that maybe he was worth more than he had ever been told.
As the days passed, Isaiah thought often of Simon and the strange look in Amelia’s eyes, a glint of anger that seemed more than just irritation. Tasha noticed the change in him. What’s got you all thoughtful? she asked one evening as they shared a stale sandwich by a fountain.
Isaiah shrugged, unsure how to explain. Do you ever feel like you’re meant for something more? he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Tasha laughed dryly, a bitter edge in her tone…
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