That day, I held my hand out for her.

She who was sitting on a muddy puddle on a cold rainy day as the people who pushed her in walked away laughing.

I didn’t know who she was, but I could tell what she was going through.

A girl who was bullied by everyone.

A girl who had no one she could call a friend.

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A girl so weak and fragile that it seemed like one more push would have thrown her off the ledge.

It was a sight I saw plenty in my lifetime.

It was something I decided to never get involved with again.

But the reason I pulled her out of that puddle?

It was because her eyes, while glum and dark, were so pure.

It was difficult to describe what those pure eyes meant.

But I knew that I had to protect them.

I had to protect those eyes so that they would never be tainted again.

Against the people who pushed her down.

Against the society that did not offer help.

Against the world and its ruler if I had to.

That was my first meeting with Oculia Angelo.