Not the one

"Oh no darling, I'm not the one you're looking for" said the woman. "Then, who are you? I can feel your energy and you're not from this world." insisted Azrael as he felt something shift and he realized something was wrong. "You're right, you are not the one I'm looking for"

"Are you looking for a new Alter?" the woman casually mentioned and that surprised Azrael who responded "What!? How do you know about Alters? Who are you? How are you here? Wh—" Unamused, she responded "I'm gonna stop you there honey, you're asking too many questions."

"Well, you are correct handsome, this is not an Alter, this is useless, and I don't have time for pathetic powerless trash!" the woman said, and then her eyes swirled up and her body seemed to levitate for a second before collapsing and looked unconscious.

Azrael hurried towards the woman and tried to wake her up. "Are you alright?" The woman seemed dead, and she wasn't breathing. After a couple of seconds, she took a heavy sight, her eyes open wide and color returned to her. "Who are you creep!?" she screamed.

"Leave me alone!" she pushed Azrael forcefully away from her. Azrael took a step back and remained calm. He appeared to be meditating or praying with his eyes closed and his hands touching in the center of his chest. A soft glow seemed to surround him.

"Where am I? Who are you?" the woman said much calmer. Azrael opened his eyes and answered "I'm...well, I just found you here on the floor and I wanted to help. Do you remember something?" she said no with her head and took a good look at the young man before him.

He was around 18yo but looked much younger. Short dark brown hair, brown eyes, very skinny, and around 5'6" high. He seemed trustworthy but shy and gave her a sense of peace somehow. He had a great amount of what she called 'lunares'. Somehow, he seemed kissed by the moon.

The woman was feeling more at peace but still confused when she said "I don't know. I was going to class and somehow ended up here. When I opened my eyes, I was...wait, somehow for a second you seemed like another person." He gave her a genuine and gentle smile full of empathy.

"Sometimes I feel like another person too..." he said with another gentle and sweet smile "Here, let me help you get up. To be honest, I don't know why I'm here, I was going somewhere else but for some reason took this route. I'm glad I was here for you. It must have been fate."

He extended his hand and she noticed how small they were and how many lines he had on his palm. "Like an older person's..." she thought. Then, took his hand, got up, and asked "What was your name? I must thank you" He looked relieved, smiled, and said "Oh, no worries. I am..."