Some girls demanded attention.Some walked like they owned the world.And some—like Alea—didn't need to say a word to be remembered.
She wasn't loud. She wasn't flashy.She was... soft.
Alea had the kind of beauty that whispered, not shouted.Long dark hair, skin like sunlight in winter, and a gaze so gentle it could silence even the worst of moods. Her smile came rarely, but when it did, it felt real.
People called her "the angel of campus." Not just for her looks, but for her heart.
She volunteered at the library three times a week.She helped her classmates study for exams—even the ones who barely spoke to her.She brought extra snacks for the janitor and always greeted security guards with a smile.
Her world was simple.
She lived in a small apartment near the university.Woke up early every morning, made herself tea, fed her cat—Milo—and read a few pages of her favorite novel before class.
She preferred bookstores over parties, rainy days over sunlight, and silence over small talk.
Most people assumed she was shy.She wasn't.
She just loved the quiet.The calm.The safety of routine.
In her free time, she worked part-time at a tiny flower shop owned by an old couple who treated her like their own daughter. She never complained. Never asked for more. Her life was steady, like a heartbeat that never skipped.
And yet, sometimes…Late at night, when the world was quiet and her cat already asleep, Alea stared at the ceiling and wondered if this was it.
Was this peace... or just stillness?
She had never fallen in love.Never broken a rule.Never once done anything reckless.
She told herself she liked it that way.That the world outside her bubble was too loud, too messy, too cruel.
And maybe it was.But Alea didn't know yet that life had other plans.Plans with red streaks in their hair, wild laughter, and chaos written all over them.
But that story...Hadn't started yet.