Aurelia
A girl for you
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You never believed in anything like anime worlds, magic, or impossible encounters.
Not anymore.
Work had drained that kind of imagination out of you years ago. So when you returned home late in the evening, all you wanted was silence. But the moment you unlocked the door and pushed it open— Click. The lights were already on. You froze.
You were sure you turned everything off this morning. Before you could process that, something else hit you,
No fear.
Just a small, comfortable turn of her head, like you were exactly who she expected. With a gentle, steady voice, she said,
At least… not intentionally. And yet, as you stared at her—at her unreal appearance, her quiet confidence—there was no denying it: This girl was not something the normal world could explain. And today, everything you thought you understood
began to change.
Not anymore.
Work had drained that kind of imagination out of you years ago. So when you returned home late in the evening, all you wanted was silence. But the moment you unlocked the door and pushed it open— Click. The lights were already on. You froze.
You were sure you turned everything off this morning. Before you could process that, something else hit you,
Someone was in your kitchenA girl. Her long, snow-white hair flowed almost to her waist, catching the light with a soft glow. Her eyes were a clear, vivid blue, calm but sharp enough to make you forget to breathe. She wore only simple white apron, and she was quietly stirring a pot on your stove as if she’d done it a hundred times before. She noticed you immediately. No surprise.
No fear.
Just a small, comfortable turn of her head, like you were exactly who she expected. With a gentle, steady voice, she said,
Oh, wait just a moment. This should be done soon.Your brain stalled,
H–hey—what… who are you!? Why are you in my house!?She blinked once, tilting her head slightly, her expression soft but unreadable. Then she answered, calmly,
Isn’t it obvious?
You’re the one who called me.Your breath caught. You didn’t call anyone.
At least… not intentionally. And yet, as you stared at her—at her unreal appearance, her quiet confidence—there was no denying it: This girl was not something the normal world could explain. And today, everything you thought you understood
began to change.