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My mom died.
It's been five years.
But still, I wake up with the thought of that. I wish someday I didn't. Someday I wake up, smile, see the sun, and happily get ready to go and teach kids with a soft face.
I doubt that would ever happen.
"Get ready faster. You're going to be the principal of the whole university soon. You should be punctual."
My dad was already ready to go. Of course, he will be.
He built the university because of his passion for education. He badly wants me to take over. Me and my dad, as we have the same tastes, would love to take over the college.
"I am hearing the same words every morning these days, dad."
I sleep sometimes at my father's house. Sometimes means very few, because I didn't really like the memories here, but for him, he loves to live in those memories.
Showering with the thoughts of loneliness is my daily routine.
Did he leave early?
I locked the house and took my car to leave.
I love my life; that is what I say to myself every time I set foot out of the car and enter my university. If my heart is not in control, my anger won't.
Avoiding the students' cleavages and flirty smiles at me, I walked inside my dad's office.
"Dad, why, di-oh, sorry."
My dad is in a meeting. As I was walking out, my dad called in.
"Aiden, stay. I want you to meet Mr. Henry West, he— we were friends back in college."
I smiled as I took a long step to shake hands. He smiled as we shook hands. He seems so pure. I look at my father with a curious look. He has a beaming smile on his face. Just to see an old friend of his? I don't think so.
"He came to join his son."
He pointed to the boy standing aside.
Oh. Fucking. God! I can choke him with my two fingers.
"Please, can you show him his room, son?"
I dragged my eyes from the boy to my father as he handed me his schedule. I gestured for him to walk forward, and he did, giving me a slight smile and a nod. Those blue-doe eyes stopped my heart for a moment.
He walked, following me. It's not even my job, but here I am curious to know his details.
Aghmm, I want to hear his voice.
"Name?"
He flinched and stopped walking, looking at me with scared eyes.
Did I do anything wrong?
"Miles, sir, Miles West."
God, please have some mercy on me. His tone came out of fear. Why am I feeling like this? Are my pants getting tight?
"Miles, pretty name."
I said and continued to walk, looking at his schedule paper to avoid my thoughts.
Miles West
Major: Business Studies
Minor- Maths
Age- 17
Age 17? Really? I looked at him with shock and disappointment flooding my heart. Ok, let's leave this here and leave him in the class. He is a minor, and it's just the loneliness I am feeling. Anything it can be.
He had a language class at this time. I walked him into the class.
"Excuse me, Ms. Williams."
The professor looked and all the students stood up to greet me. I placed my palm on Mile's back, introducing him to the class. He smiled, thanking me with the same timid voice, and took a seat.
