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Everyone in the world has a soul, right? I mean, a person isn't really alive when he doesn't have a soul in his body, is he? Then why? Why did that girl tell me that?

Silena Nima was just another common girl in our school and town. Known for her great disregard for authorities or commitments, everyone said she didn't have an ounce of soul inside her. But now, what did they define as soul? I never agreed with those comments about her.

I always felt uncomfortable with such. A kind of pity and, I don't know, interest?

I'm not the kindest person in the world, of course. But I always wanted, every time she was talked about as soulless, I would give a big moral lesson about it.

Being someone without a soul is very heavy.

Classifying someone like that is very heavy.

I'm also not the most religious and believing person in the world, in fact, I'm far from it.

It's just that, for me, not having a soul goes far beyond something holy, or related in any way to the beliefs you have out there.

It's as if you said the person doesn't exist.

Plus everyone talks about her like she's a terrible person. It's true that she doesn't have much respect and doesn't help with commitments, but I don't think the way she is treated is right.

Silena always seems to be alone, from the beginning of classes until the occasion of meeting her on the street.

As far as I know, I've studied with her since my freshman year of high school. Being on the second now, I come to the conclusion that it's at least two years of solitude at any given time. They've heard cases of attempts to approach her, mostly from boys, but they always ended up talking.

It was like it was her choice. I've never tried to approach her, even though I'm curious to know about her outside the classrooms and her answers to the questions asked by the teacher.

We never saw any actions from her parents taken. They never attended school, even though they were called several times because of Silena's sharp tongue.

Many said she had no parents, but oddly enough, that was the most unlikely part of her whole theory.

In gym class Selena usually didn't do anything, but when she did, to everyone's surprise, she was always exceptional.

She seemed to be abandoned, lost in the world. She always arrived at school on foot and always left before anyone noticed.

She always ate alone in the cafeteria, but didn't seem to mind not having any company.

In fact, saying this is not very valid. After all, who would she complain to about her loneliness?

Selena always wore a dark blue coat, usually with no print. A pair of jeans or shorts and black shoes complemented her outfit. She had dark blue hair—so I have no idea how.

And that was all I knew about her, all taken directly from my insignificant acquaintance with her for those two years.

And so we come back to the main point of the intro: Selena has no soul.

In fact, it wasn't supposed to be a statement, but a question. Does she really have no soul?

I don't think so, I think this is just an exaggeration of the people in the room. Almost like an urban legend, it has been extremely mystified and, because of this, many treat it as if there really was no essence.

We are all alive, but not exactly because we have a soul in our body or not, as I've said before, I don't believe in these things.

I believe that: we are all alive because we have reasons to be alive.

We have a reason.

An impulse that keeps us alive and keeps us going.

A will.

Man, come to think of it, maybe that's what she's missing. Maybe it just lacks a reason to live.

Maybe that's her problem solving.

I think, in the end, of all the people I've helped or will help, she was without a doubt the one I tried to do the most successfully.

No matter what it took, I was going to get Selena's soul back.