•Silence with her family•

I have another dream, but I don't see the creature I saw last time. I see a laughing Ophelia, her face is red from laughing too hard, and she is gasping for air, much like when we were struggling to breathe in the car earlier.

"Ollie, Ollie…why use that voice?"

I try to respond but nothing leaves my lips, it is like I have been muted.

Ophelia stops laughing and stares at me frowning. Her eyes become half lidded, and she reaches her hand out towards me.

"Ollie, let me see your tongue."

I try to tell her that I'm okay, that it no longer hurts or bleeds, but she still grabs my face.

"Ollie, you're like an angel."

I push away from her, feeling frightened.

The morning passes by slowly, my dream startling me awake. It made me think about Ophelia during my first few class periods. She's very pretty, I only see people like her in anime or manga, them being those very attractive beautiful characters. One thing I found myself really liking about her appearance is her eyes. The color of them is unusual, I wonder if they are contacts. While spending time with Ophelia, I have learned that she seems to have a very touchy personality, reminds me of my old friend back at home. Since I'm use to handling people with that personality, I don't mind it, but because I have only just met Ophelia, I am a little cautious, but I know from last night that she and I will be good friends. I feel comfortable around her, as if I can let down my guard. Ophelia reminds me of Saint Street.

Class ending too quickly for my liking, I leave school and quickly put my things away so I can go to the cathedral and see Ophelia.

The air is getting colder by the day, many people have started wearing coats and scarves, I decide that my big yellow hoodie is enough for me, along with my unnecessarily long scarf. This yellow hoodie has been through many things with me, it's littered with paint stains, and even a couple bleach stains. On one of the elbows, there's a amateur stitching that I did when my dog had tore it trying to play. In my old school, I was the only person who wore such a big, bright yellow hoodie. The hoodie itself is sizes too big for me, the hem going past my waist, almost to my knees, but stopping mid thigh. For everyone who knew me, my yellow hoodie is iconic.

I did not read the street names as I crossed the roads, only making my way to the cathedral by memory and by sight. The big building leaning closer, and closer every time I cross a street. And finally, I knew I was on Saint Street by the odd warmth I felt that melted away the numb of the cold. Walking closer to the wooden doors of the massive church, I receive a text.

"Ollie, you have arrived. Just walk right in, I'll meet you at the sanctuary."

The number saved pops up as Ophelia, so I quickly reply not thinking twice about how she knew I was here, just assuming she must've saw me through one of the many windows.

"Ight."

I finally touch the carved wooden doors with my own fingers, pushing it open with a little bit of strain. It makes a noise as I enter. Back in the place that welcomes all guest that enters with the smell of incense, I carefully make my way to the sanctuary up ahead. This time, I am the only one here, it makes me slightly uneasy, but I don't pay it any mind because I hear a person walk in behind and sit at a pew.

Us two alone, we sit in the sanctuary, Ophelia had messaged me saying she had to discuss something with her uncle real quick, so I sit here waiting. The other person in here is a man. He seems to be in deep prayer, with his head bowed and his eyes shut tightly. I dare not to make a sound, not wanting to interrupt him, but he turns his head and looks at me, causing me to let out a very quiet noise.

"This is your first time here," the man asks me.

I tell him I came here for the first time yesterday, and he nods.

"Sorry, I was asking because I haven't seen you here before."

"Oh, yeah, I came again today to see Ophelia."

"Oh, Ophelia? Hm…I see."

He doesn't say another word, but he doesn't go back to praying either, he just sits there not looking at me, lost in deep thought.

"Uncle?" I hear her voice chime as she enters the sacred place.

"Ah, 'Phelia, I was just going to ask you something," the man glances at me before standing, showing his full height.

"This girl, she is waiting to see you?" I feel slightly weirded out with the way he voiced his question, as if it isn't normal to have a friend waiting to see their friend. But thinking back on what Ophelia said last night about how she has never laughed this hard before, I assume her family is probably strict.

"Yes, Uncle, that's right. This is Ollie, I have taken a liking to her." Ophelia smiles at me, but then turns her attention to her uncle, her eyes hardening a little bit, but I let my gaze wander else where, not wanting to be rude and stare.

They stare at each other, not speaking until her uncle finally says,

"Ah, I see," and walks away after gently grabbing her shoulder.

Ophelia turns towards me once again, this time, her eyes light up and she has a small content smile on her face.

"That was one of my uncles, Camael."