As Seraphina continued her vigilant watch over the unconscious human, her thoughts swirled with concern and curiosity. Three days had passed since the accident, yet he remained in a state of unconsciousness, his form lying still and serene in the hospital bed. There were no apparent life-threatening injuries, but the inexplicable slumber troubled Seraphina deeply.

With a determination fueled by compassion, Seraphina sought permission from Father to delve into the mysteries of the young man's past. Armed with the mystical ball that allowed her to peer into the fabric of time, she prepared to unravel the truth of his existence.

Gently grasping the orb, Seraphina closed her eyes and focused her energy, willing herself to glimpse into the past of the enigmatic twenty-year-old whose name remained a mystery to her. As her consciousness drifted, her surroundings dissolved into darkness, replaced by the vivid forest of memories that unfolded before her.

She found herself immersed in the early chapters of his life, witnessing the trials that shaped his journey. Before the arrival of the bright light, there existed a world veiled in shadows, where loneliness and despair reigned supreme. Seraphina beheld moments of solitude and isolation, where the young man navigated the complexities of existence with an elegance tinged with sorrow.

Yet, amidst the darkness, there were fleeting glimpses of resilience and strength, moments of quiet determination that spoke volumes of his character. He was a solitary figure, but there was a quiet dignity in his solitude, a silent grace that belied the turmoil within.

And then, like a beacon cutting through the darkness, came the transformative moment—the fateful encounter that would forever alter the course of his destiny. Seraphina witnessed the emergence of a radiant presence, a light so pure and luminous that it banished the shadows that had long clouded his heart.

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Protagonist pov:

He was on his way to school, lost in thought. The reason? The upcoming school trip, where he would need to join a group of five. No, he wasn't afraid to talk to others, but he couldn't shake off his streak of bad luck. Many times in his past, when he looked forward to an event, something unexpected happened, as if destiny was denying him happiness.

Too self-aware, he hesitated to interact with others, recalling how he had caused trouble for his friends in the past. Memories flooded his mind—summer rains during trips, buses losing their engines, and more such incidents.

Lost in thought, he reached his desk. He decided to focus on school as the trip was still four weeks away. Would he decide not to go? Or would he challenge his destiny once again, only to become another unfortunate memory for himself and others?

"Good morning, students. Today, we have a new student joining us. Please introduce yourself before sitting," the teacher announced.

"Hello, my name is Maria. I am from..." Maria's voice rang out, drawing cheers from the boys. He heard footsteps approaching his desk. Maria was heading his way, and he realized he was sitting alone near the window. Most people had their seats fixed near their friends, so he was probably the only one alone. He decided to give her some space and, for the first time, looked at her.

Her beauty struck him—white skin, brown eyes that were usually not visible but glowed like spotlights in the sunlight, and black hair in a ponytail. He averted his gaze, not wanting to be ensnared by her radiance.

She sat beside him. "Hello, my name is Maria. Please take care of me," she said.

He just nodded, not even sharing his name. The lecture started, and he shared his books with her. He felt a few gazes of jealousy directed at him and a few at the new student.

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Classes continued, and during the break, some girls gathered near his seat to talk to Maria. It was too crowded for him, so he decided to leave and eat his lunch elsewhere, unlike his usual routine. When he returned, there were still many girls around her. He was impressed and jealous of how easily she made friends and how unphased she seemed. As he headed back to his desk, the bell rang, and others returned to their seats. He sat down at his usual spot and started taking out notes for the next lecture.

"I am sorry because of me you had to go out and eat. Also, thank you for helping me," Maria said.

"No problem. I didn't do much," he replied.

"That would be a lie. Even though I didn't say anything when I didn't understand what the teachers were saying, you pointed it out to me. You know, I was really nervous about getting into a new environment and catching up, but I'm glad you're here to help me," she said with a chuckle.

"I really didn't do much..." he started, but she interrupted.

"No, you did. I want to thank you properly. Hmm, I see... Would you join me for lunch tomorrow? I'm quite confident in my cooking skills," she asked.

He wanted to decline, but he couldn't say no to her bright face, filled with smiles and hope. He turned his head before answering, "Sure."

As the day went on and he headed home, thoughts of the day's events filled his mind, pushing aside everything else. It was a bit funny to him that what Maria had brought next day were sandwiches. He deliberated whether they counted as cooking or not, but they were delicious.

Days continued like this, and he started to enjoy himself more and more, as if his past streak of misfortune was a lie.

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As the days unfolded, Seraphina found herself drawn into the sweet budding of love, observing with keen interest the blossoming relationship between the young man and Maria. She couldn't help but smile at their interactions, at the way their laughter seemed to fill the room with warmth and light.

With each passing moment, Seraphina bore witness to the extraordinary connection that had formed between the two souls. She saw the hesitant smiles and tender gestures, the shared moments of laughter and joy that wove the fabric of their bond. It was a sight to behold, a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

As she watched, Seraphina felt a sense of wonder and awe wash over her. It was as if she had been granted a glimpse into the very heart of love itself, a sacred space where two souls merged as one. In that moment, she understood the true significance of her mission. She was not merely a guardian angel tasked with watching over a mortal life; she was a witness to a love story that defied all odds.

And in the quiet moments of reflection, Seraphina found herself pondering the mysteries of life and death. She wondered why people celebrated life but shunned death, why they embraced one and feared the other. It was a question that lingered in the air, hanging between the realms of the living and the dead.

Life asked death, “Why do people love me but hate you?”

Death responded, “Because you are a beautiful lie, and I am a painful truth.”

With each passing moment, Seraphina's resolve grew stronger. She was determined to stand by the young man's side, guiding him through the trials that lay ahead and ensuring that the light of love continued to illuminate his path. For she knew, deep in her heart, that their love was destined to transcend the boundaries of time and space, shining brightly for all eternity.