Reincarnation part.3

I more or less understood her personality over the time I spent with her, obviously just as an observer.

She was one of those people who never gave up in the face of difficulties, a true stubborn individual.

No matter how complicated the situation, she tackled every obstacle with unshakable determination. As if that wasn't enough, she always managed to achieve her goal.

Maybe with effort, sleepless nights, and sweat on her brow, but in the end, somehow, she always succeeded.

It seemed like nothing could stop her, as if she had a will of steel that drove her to never give up.

In short, she is the person I know best, deserving of the title of protagonist. Her story was filled with triumph over adversity, making her the perfect heroine in a tale where everyone else, including myself, seemed like mere extras.

While I was lost in my monotonous thoughts, the door opened, and our teacher came in. His entrance was as dramatic as ever, demanding attention and respect.

"Everyone sit in your seats! Your first lesson of the day is starting!" said the teacher loudly with an authoritative and stern voice.

The students who were chatting or not seated immediately took their seats out of fear. The atmosphere shifted instantly; the air was thick with a mix of anxiety and obedience.

Well, I kind of understand them because he was the strictest teacher in the entire institute. His reputation for being a disciplinarian preceded him, and no one dared to cross him.

Once all the lessons were finished, I relaxed and got ready to go out.

"Ah, finally a bit of a break," I said with a voice of relief after the exhausting lessons, stretching my arms and my stiff back from the accumulated fatigue.

My muscles ached from the hours spent hunched over desks, and the brief respite felt like a blessing.

Once I finished stretching, I headed to the entrance to leave. The usual hustle and bustle of students eager to escape the confines of the school filled the corridors.

"This is just what we needed, why did it have to rain today?" said a desperate student, her voice tinged with frustration as she stared out at the downpour.

"Don't you have an umbrella?" asked another student, trying to be helpful.

"Yes," replied the girl, somewhat dejectedly.

"If you want, I can walk you home," the student offered to the girl with a shy and nervous face, along with a typical embarrassed smile while touching his face.

The scene was almost comically awkward, but sweet in its innocence.

I sighed at the scene I had just witnessed and took the umbrella I had left in my locker as a spare, then closed it.

Prepared for the weather, I made my way towards the exit.

Just before leaving and opening the umbrella, I saw a familiar face alone, watching the rain.

It was Eva, with her long, straight light brown hair and her sparkling green eyes, while she touched her hair. She looked like an angel out of a surreal painting, a stark contrast to the gloomy weather.

I had two choices: the first was to ignore her and leave, but I would surely have regrets in my heart for abandoning such a helpless angel in need of help. The second choice seemed inevitable.

I was left with only the second choice and sighed again; I don't know how many times I've done that today.

"Are you okay?" I asked Eva, who reacted with surprise like a frightened cat. "How cute," I thought in my mind.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just don't have an umbrella and am waiting for the rain to stop," she replied nervously, touching her fingertips. Her usual confident demeanor was replaced by a shy vulnerability.

I looked at Eva for a few seconds. "If you don't mind, I can walk you home. Your house is nearby, right?"

"Yes?" Eva unconsciously accepted my offer with a small, cute shout. Her reaction was endearing, and it gave me a small sense of satisfaction to be able to help her.