Un libro al azar/A random book

Fragments of Affection (that seems a little uhm wrong)

Mr. Harris stood at the front of the classroom, his eyes scanning the rows of students as he delivered his lecture on World History. His gaze lingered on Lily, a bright and enthusiastic student who sat in the front row, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

As the semester progressed, Mr. Harris found himself drawn to Lily in a way he couldn't quite explain. He admired her intelligence, her passion for learning, and the way she always asked insightful questions that challenged his teaching.

But it wasn't until a parent-teacher conference that Mr. Harris realized the true depth of his feelings. As Lily's mother thanked him for his dedication to her daughter's education, Mr. Harris felt a warmth spread through his chest, a sense of pride and affection that took him by surprise.

Unable to shake the feeling that he was crossing a line, Mr. Harris tried to bury his feelings deep down, focusing instead on his role as a mentor and educator. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, his feelings for Lily only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

Then, one afternoon after class, Lily approached him with a question about an upcoming assignment. As they talked, Mr. Harris found himself lost in her eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he knew it, he was confessing his feelings, pouring out his heart in a rush of words. To his surprise, Lily listened attentively, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Mr. Harris," she said softly, "I... I don't know what to say."

Mr. Harris felt a pang of regret at his impulsive confession, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He had crossed a line, and now he was paying the price.

But as Lily looked at him with those big, searching eyes, he saw something else flicker behind them: curiosity, maybe even a hint of affection.

In the end, Mr. Harris knew he had to do the right thing. He apologized to Lily, promising to keep their relationship strictly professional from now on.

And as he watched her leave the classroom, his heart heavy with regret, Mr. Harris couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had been different. But some love stories are never meant to be, destined to remain nothing more than fragments of affection.