Forbidden Obsession || ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᵀᴱᴬᶜᴴᴱᴿ! ᵀᵉʳᵘˢʰⁱᵐᵃ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 ²⁸

- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

I was awakened before the crack of dawn, it was still very dark outside. Feeling the presence of someone's hand gently shaking my previously sleeping self.

"What is it?" I ask, rubbing my eyes to try and not fall back asleep.

"Nothing to worry about, just letting you know I have to go now to go to work. I'll be back soon enough." I heard Mr. Terushima's deep morning voice from behind me as I heard the bed creak from his body moving to get off.

"Okay..." I agreed, gripping the bed sheets as I watched him change shirts.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll make you some food and set it on the desk, along with some snacks." Even though I couldn't see his face in the dark, I could already imagine the soft caring look on his face.

As I heard rustling down in the kitchen, I brought my legs into my chest, hugging myself. Mr. Terushima quickly finished downstairs, hearing his quick steps coming up the stairs again.

"Here," he said, setting the food down, "I love you." He smiled as he kissed me.

I felt my eyes widen at that, when was the last time someone said something like that to me? When was the last time I had someone there in the morning to see me off and welcome me back?

I bit the inside of my cheek, had anyone but him said that to me before?

Surely there had to have been a time my mother had said that to me right?

I couldn't have possibly been so alone all this time, right?

I winced as I bit too hard on my lower lip, pulled out from my thoughts as I noticed he was already leaving me alone.

Hearing as his steps began to faint, the engine of his car was turned on and he was already driving away.

I stood up on the bed, looking out the window as I followed the car until I could no longer see it.

I felt like a ghost, haunting a place I was destined to be stuff to for all eternity. There was always something about how people described these ghosts. How they must have been so attached to their homes they couldn't bear to leave, even in their death. Not following the steps after death, forever stuck, or at least, until someone helped them move on.

I wouldn't say I'm a firm believer in such things, but maybe, at this rate I might end up becoming one.

I sat back down on the bed, biting my nails as I began to think.

What's going on? This isn't me... this isn't right.

I can't seem to stress the fact none of this was right! I'm not supposed to be in whatever relationship this is with my own teacher. Teacher! I'm not supposed to be here! Isolated and pulled out of my own routine of life!

That's right...

He's my teacher, not my lover, not my friend.

Not a stranger, and not mine.

He's only supposed to be there for a short period of time and guide me in life...

If he's only my teacher, why does my heart tighten?

Why does the idea of him being gone make me feel cold?

Why does my chest hurt when he brings me into a hug, hands rubbing my back in comfort to soothe me to sleep.

Would I be in the right state of mind when someone comes to save me?

Are people even looking for me?

Does anyone care?

...

If they are, I doubt my mother was the one to even notice I went missing...

I just want to sleep and wait for Mister Terushima to come back.

I deserve to love myself don't I?

Don't I deserve to be selfish once in a while?

...

Don't I deserve to have something to call my own?