My Physics Professor

part 3

I almost stalk him everyday.there's no single picture of his family on the facebook.its just a professional account. I never found his wife's account,mysteriously there's not even a trace.
I finished his comment boxes.He has few friends, they comment regularly. But he never replies.
He has a picture on a vacation, its on the summer of 2014,his wife should be there,she isnt

Is he serial killer? Or a spy,is that his real identity?
I almost stalk him everyday.there's no single picture of his family on the facebook.its just a professional account. I never found his wife's account,mysteriously there's not even a trace.
I become desperate basically, can't stop repeating those moments when he used to telepathically talk to me.The tiny smile on the corner of his lips is missing.
"We're like the sky and sea,we're so close,but never meet"
If anyone knew im currently obsessed to an old man,id be grounded. his black and gray waves of hair, his semi rose tinted lips.He's a callously masculine man.I wonder what his relationship with his wife is currently, good or bad,i dont care.actually i do more than i can ever be able to express.
I like his confused face, he looks younger when he's confused.I like the movement, placement of his hands.
Oh is there even a thing i dont like?
"Shit I'm so so cooked,I have become like a true Lana stan, walking on her traces,liking old men with wife and children. Is it my fault that he's such a devouring hunk?"
"Knock knock, talking to yourself?"
"Mom no! I told you not to peep throughout the door crack!"
"But i knocked "
"Mom I'm tired"
"I can clearly see that you're mentally tired,tell me about it!"
"No, im just struggling to manage my studies and life.i feel a lot, but i have buried them, i cant express my true self,i feel suffocated. I feel like those feelings are in my lungs,stuck like unreleased brethe."
"You always let your emotional breakdowns control your other nice things, think about people who doesnt have things you do.You have everything, you have no extra pressure, be grateful! "
My mom never understood me,she always takes my words as negligible cons.she overweights my already undescribable miseries.

I dont have enough energy to talk to her about my day,i quit and take a nap.
...
I wake up from a lucid dream.its seemed so real.
I saw that i was walking in a stranded lagoon,looking at the Aurora , holding someone's hand.
"Look at that green swirl, It's devine "
The mysterious person says "My Aurora is on the land, standing by me"
Before i look at his face,i wake up.