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(Professor Miles prospective)

Photography quote: "When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence". -Ansel Adams

Remember when you ask me for attention, now I'm the one asking you.

I watched her silently sleep. Her chest moved slowly up and down as I watched her breath. I think that she's amazing, stubborn, but most of all beautiful. I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have her in my life. I love her. I moved her hair away from her face and sat back down on the chair that I sat beside her bed. "You take care of me at times then treat me with little to no respect. Can't you pick one already? You're such a bully, I know I am as well, but I don't play with you like you do. You give me attention then just back out as fast as lightning" She mumbled, and I swear a pit of range or sadness dropped to my heart. A feeling I haven't felt before sank inside me. It hurt. She might have not meant to say it like how she said it because she's sick and woozy, but the fact that she said that I treated her like that, made me feel like I haven't shown my appreciation to her enough. Or maybe that I'm not good enough for her. We like each other, the sex was more than just a one night stand. It had emotion and meaning to it. But this is going to be hard, to forgive her for saying what she said. I walked out of her bedroom and took a deep breath, pressing down the emotions I felt. I left, going to my own house. I couldn't deal with her mumbling anymore. I don't hate her but I'm disappointed. I'm dealing with family, work and I don't think I can take in the words she spoke...

I'm not good enough, Stella doesn't even know how she makes me feel. I'm angry and depressed. She wasn't in the right mind. I don't know how to act or feel, I just had to get out of her house.

( Next day)

I walked in the college building holding my hot black coffee, thinking about what happened yesterday. I didn't get a text from her, nor did I try to text her. I also didn't see her at school at all. She probably was still in bed sick, tired, and emotional. I'm worried but angry. Once again, I still don't know how to feel about this situation, we are in. About Jay, her words that pierced my heart as I looked at her laying on bed sick and tired. I stood up in front of every class, cracking jokes and explaining the way of photography. But no one had comments or the laugh that makes me grin like Stella does. Scar and Cole were all over each other like always. I bet Scar had no clue that Stella is sick at home. She doesn't care at all does she? After the class I held Scar back to talk to her about Stella. After everyone left including her boyfriend, I finally spoke." Do you know where Stella is?" I asked

"Uhhh... yeah, she's actually sick at the moment. She told me to go to school. I arrived this morning and she said she wouldn't be able to go to school. I said I would stay but she was too stubborn. Also she wanted me to catch her up later when she gets better" Scar answered. She sounds irritated and annoyed that I separated her from Cole but they were bugging me for the past two- three hours. Watching them cuddle and be all up on each other just made me wanna vomit. I had nothing else to say to her so I let her go. I waved my hand, dismissing Scar from the room. I slump in my desk chair and run my fingers across my hair in distress. Thinking about Stella made me so frustrated that after work I went straight to my bedroom and took care of the problem. Frustration turned into lust real quick when I remember her being wet and opening her legs for me. Grunting as I look at a photo of her on my phone I recall the moments I had her dripping for me. I'm sinful I know, but I can only do so much to make me not slam her against a wall or break furniture. After I clean up words flow back in my head and I sigh. I finished some papers that were for my family. Thinking that I could sleep, I see a text from Stella.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry about yesterday. I was stupid, imature and I was not in my right mind" Her text read. I hesitated to reply back. But I did all I said was ok. And when she apologized once again I just ignored it. Part of me wanted to forgive her. But the other part of me just was too scared to let her in once again. Or was it that I was mad at her? That I wasn't ok at all? I had so much on my plate. So I just decided to give myself space from her.