Luce
"Your late, Lucinda" said Sister Meredith in her always impatient tone, while she glared down at Luce like a bird watches prey from the front of the altar.
"Sorry" said Luce in a mouselike voice as she slowly walked into the room, sitting down in a pew.
She listened impatiently to the religion lesson, tapping her foot. She had never been very religious, and one of the few things that kept circulating through her mind was "What am I doing here!"
That was the question she had asked her parents many times, and her mother's answer was: "You'll have new experiences, you'll make new friends. It'll be fun!" Apparently her mother didn't know the definition of fun, because she hadn't breathed a word to anyone, she hadn't made any new friends, and there were no new experiences to speak of.
She sat there, fuming, for the next 20 minutes, and when that hideous bell made it's first awful clang, she was out the door and had submerged herself in the ever growing crowd. As she was briskly walking to her next class, she saw angel face. Angel face, as she liked to call him, had hair the color of spun gold, eyes the color of a calm sea, a face that couldn't be compared to anyone's. He met her gaze for a moment, but then immediately looked again, with an astonished look, but also a look of pain. Drowning, undefinable pain, she couldn't understand why he was in such pain. We've never met, she thought, so why is he giving me that strange look? She quickly walked off, searching for her next class.
Daniel
"No,no,no,no" Daniel whispered.
Not her, not now, not here. The force of seeing Luce, his Luce, brought back such gut-wrenching pain it almost knocked him to the ground. There has to be a better word for what I feel right now, he thought. Mourning. Yes, mourning, mourning what he had lost so many times, and what he would lose again in this life if he wasn't careful. This was the worst possible time for her to show up, because he was just getting over losing her the last time, but now it had all come back to haunt him. His second thought was about what she was doing at a Catholic high school. She had never been very religious, he knew that much. But the main point was, she had found him. Again. He was going to have to avoid her from this point on, and he was also going to never have to show as much emotion on his face as he just did. From this point on his face was going to have to be as blank and cold as stone, because he couldn't risk being with her, seeing her go every time, because of that awful fire, because he had been careless. No, not again.