How sudden do you think is it to hate someone you once love, and to love someone you once hate?
There is a thin line between love and hate.
Anything is possible.
Well, maybe in the life of Salome Alan who reluctantly let her dad be with the one he l...
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•SALOME ALAN•
I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, tasting the sweet taste of the lipgloss Zara gifted me. Here I am in front of my teacher's office, taking deep breaths before rasing my knuckle to knock.
I haven't gotten the chance to talk with Mr. Alex since the other day. The day I would never forget. He day he showed me just how much he desire me, completely clouding my whole self.
Whenever it crosses my mind, my heart leaps in ten folds. The way his lips synced with mine, how intentional his touch was, and-
"Come in." His deep voice enunciates from inside. I grip the knob and push it open, bliss rushing through my entire self. With pursed lips, I raise my head to meet his eyes, instantly indulged in his relaxed orbs. His body heaves down in a satisfactory manner, his eyes following my movement. I close the door behind and make my way to where my butt is used to.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Alex," I mumble with smiles all over, settling down on the foamy grey seat. He draws in a breath, leaning on the desk, face closer to mine. I blink down at his pointy nose to distract myself.
"Are you that happy to see me, Salome?" He ducks his head, honey eyes dancing around my face. Damn it, I didn't check myself before coming in.
I shrug casually with pursed lips. "Maybe..."
Mr. Alex stretches his long hand and poke my forehead. "Me too."
My lips cracks in a chuckle, my palm going up to rub my forehead. "Is something on my..."
"Yes." He doesn't let me finish, peering at me intently, still in a leaning position. My eyes widens.
"Oh, what?" I try to rub my forehead more to clean it off.
"Beauty." He utters with a straight face, although the way his eyes glistens shows he likes what he's seeing.
My breathing seize for a second as my brain tries to fix the puzzle. A cocky grin form on my lips almost immediately, just as he goes back to arranging his already organized desk.
"Oh, that's..." I shake my head, my lips hurting in a good way from smiling too much.
"So, how was today?" Mr. Alex rests his back against his seat.
That question is by far, one of my new favorite questions. From my teacher of course because, him leaving his duties and sparing his precious time just to hear me rant and complain about anything warms my heart. Makes me feel so valuable and worthy of been around him.
It doesn't take up to thirty minutes before my teacher and I walked through the hallways of Victoria high. It is the most aesthetically therapeutic scene I find myself in. A scene that I would watch over and over again if It was to be acted. A scene in a book that I would come back to glance at if I ever come across. But it's real!
