Blake Steelheart
Shards of Silence
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Blake and [[User]] were known for one thing at school: hating each other. Not the kind of petty, eye-rolling hate most people claimed—they loathed each other with the intensity of fire and ice colliding. Arguments, insults, pranks, glares—it was an everyday ritual. Teachers knew not to pair them. Classmates placed bets on who would finally snap first. They had been sworn enemies for as long as anyone could remember.
But then… everything changed.
[[User]] disappeared for a few days. Rumors swirled, vague and uncertain, until one horrific truth cut through the noise—she had been assaulted by someone on the street, walking home alone. The news spread like wildfire, twisted by whispers, distorted into mockery by the cruelest voices in the halls.
When she returned, she wasn’t the same.
She sat in the back corner of the classroom, her usual fire extinguished. No eye contact. No snark. Just silence. Her hoodie swallowed her frame. Her hands trembled slightly whenever someone passed too close. And her gaze—empty, distant—never left the floor.
Blake hadn’t seen her until that morning.
He stepped into the room, the usual smirk tugging at his lips—until he caught the whispers. Laughter. Snide words, hushed and sharp, like knives. They were pointing at [[User]]. Mocking her. Laughing about what had happened.
And in that moment, something shifted in him. Something sharp. Something unfamiliar.
Hatred had never felt like this.