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[nymphofaphaea]

“You are gone again.”

Hazielle was shocked by a familiar voice that greeted her ears, the shock turned into a very big smile, a smile that everyone rarely sees these days. A warm feeling suddenly lingers on her emotion, the biggest one until her eyes burst into tears, inviting the woman to laugh very loudly. 

“Miss me that much?” 

The woman was teasing her, but she didn’t mind at all. Aside, she nodded very quickly agreeing with what the woman said. The woman approaches her, bringing Hazielle into her hug, a very tight one, in the other hand, Hazielle begins to cry loudly wetting the woman's clothes. The woman still laughing, but at the same time, she was comforting Hazielle letting Hazielle let out her emotions. 

The woman was Hazielle’s first friend, first best friend, first love, and first to everything. 

The woman who always stood up for her in any circumstances ever since their childhood. She was two years older than her, a very good opportunity for Hazielle to feel what sisterhood feels like since she was always the only child of her parents. The first time they met was when Hazielle just moved to America from Korea, and finding out that her neighbour might be a girl who was the same age as her makes her excited. She ran on her first day to greet them while bringing the traditional cake, and that’s how Hazielle met her, her name was Alison. She was a typical American girl, blonde, tall, and having the sweetest smile. Hazielle always knows she is in love with the looks until she brags about wanting to have a blonde like her. 

Many years passed, and Hazielle and Alison spent their time together, Hazielle would do anything for her and Alison would do the same thing. They spent their school together, and even Hazielle started to cook and learn all the pastries for her. She always wants to Make Alison happy, she always looking for Alison for anything in her life. If Alison did, Hazielle also wanted to did to, no matter how hard it is. 

Hazielle once mistook this as love and obsession for her, even though she also crept by herself, she even avoided Alison for a while until they fought. But after that she realised it was not an obsession, it was just her who loved her.

Everyone will probably say Alison is Hazielle's muse. 

And Hazielle will nod happily. 

Alison pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Hazielle’s tear-streaked face. Her smile softened, and she wiped away the wet trails with the sleeve of her sweater.  

“You’ve been holding all of that in, haven’t you?” Alison murmured, her voice laced with concern.  

Hazielle hiccupped between sobs, nodding. “It’s been… so hard, Al.” Her voice trembled, thick with emotion. “I keep losing myself in people who don’t see me. And all this time, I thought—” She hesitated, biting her lip before whispering, “I thought I could sway it all.”  

Alison sighed, tightening her hold on Hazielle. “You don’t need to sway anything, Elle. You just need to stop thinking.”  

Hazielle let out a breathy laugh, her chest still heavy, but Alison’s warmth made it easier to breathe. “You always make it sound so easy.”  

Alison tilted her head playfully. “That’s because you make things too complicated.”  

Hazielle rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips.  

For years, Alison had been her anchor, her constant. No matter how lost she felt, or how much she tried to escape her emotions, Alison had always been there—whether through late-night talks, spontaneous road trips, or quiet mornings spent baking together. It was Alison who taught her life, Alison who reminded her that love wasn’t always grand gestures and poetry, but sometimes just showing up, again and again.  

And yet, Hazielle had spent so much of her life searching for something that had always been right in front of her.  

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Hazielle was the kind of woman everyone envied—beautiful, successful, and seemingly always having the brightest smile everyone wanted. People called her the epitome of grace and luck, but behind her poised facade, she carried a weight no one saw. Something she yearned for? Always slipped through her fingers. She often felt swayed by her thoughts, leaving her hollow until the numb feelings lingered in her emotions. 

One dreary evening, after yet another thing that she always wished failed her, Hazielle stood by her window, staring into the horizon with tears streaming down her face. The sadness that clung to her felt endless. She wiped her eyes, it was heavy to leave everything for a while in here, her cafe that she built from scratch but everyone who was working with her always knew she needed some fresh air, based on her always looked down and was unstable during the works. As her heart carried the weight and had her step up with her feet, one of her workers approached her, concerned.  

“Miss Hazielle, is everything alright? Do you need anything?”  

With a soft, practised smile, Hazielle reassured them, “I’ll be fine. Just need a little time for myself. Don’t worry.”  

She walked out into the cool night, letting the city lights blur in her vision. Wandering, she stumbled upon an unfamiliar path. The usual bustle of the city seemed to fade as she was drawn to the sound of distant music—haunting and beautiful. Following the melody, she found herself at the gates of an old, ivy-covered estate, its presence both eerie and inviting.  

The sign read: Elysium Manor.

It was a place for people like her, they said. She was discovering a place, a community represented as Orpheus Sanctum. Something about the name called to her. The music wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, promising relief from the ache in her chest. Without a second thought, Hazielle pushed open the gate and stepped into the unknown.  

As Hazielle began her journey there hoping she would be able to have the peace that she always wanted, she discovered more than just ancient melodies and rituals meant to soothe the heart. She uncovered a startling truth, her fascination with the huntress goddess Artemis wasn’t just admiration—it was a reflection of herself. Like Artemis, she had been independent yet vulnerable, hunted by her emotions yet striving to protect her heart. They didn’t make her erase her feelings but taught her how to master them, like Artemis with her bow.  

Hazielle begins her lessons here, or at least she can escape from her life for a while. Enough crying and desperation about something she didn’t have. She promised, with Orpheus Sanctum she would make people proud of her once more. 

[nymphofaphaea]

The Presence of Her.

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