A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
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He knew it was illicit, She knew it was dirty, Both of them knew it was forbidden but they couldn't stop themselves from falling for each ot...
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I knew the line between obsession and love had blurred long ago,
Now it has dissolved into a deep aching feeling that is slowly consuming me.
How innocently it started, when I was just 12,
Then it grew, it kept on growing now the tendrils of need wraps around my heart, demanding more, more, more.
Now, I am drowning.
Not in a frantic, suffocating panic, but in a slow, languid descent into the depths.
My chest aches, not with possessiveness, but with a profound, almost painful tenderness.
A voice echoes from inside,
"You're staring again," someone says with a playful smile.
I can't help but confess ,
"I know. It's just... I'm finding it difficult to breathe around him these days."
The voice resonates again,
"Difficult in a good way ?"
I take a deep, shuddering breath.
"In a way that feels like I'm falling into the ocean, and I don't even mind that I can't swim. I used to think I was just obsessed with him, with the idea of him. But it's more than that now. It's…love. And it's terrifying."
It feels like he is holding my hand trying to move closer.
"Terrifying how?"
"Terrifying because it's huge," I whisper, the word feels heavy in my throat.
"It's so much bigger than I am. It feels like I'm losing myself in him and I'm okay with that. That's the scariest part."
I try to keep my breathe steady into the deep water, searching for understanding,
for reassurance that this vast, terrifying ocean of love wouldn't swallow me whole.
It was a wildfire, an addiction of years, that consumed my thoughts,
a constant, breathless need to be close, to know everything, to mirror his world and make it mine.
It had sharp edges, very brutal sharp corners ,
that obsession or attraction, was like a dizzying hunger that felt more like a task I had to perform in the best way.
But somewhere along the line, it changed.
It wasn't a sudden flick of a switch, but a slow, relentless tide washing over the jagged rocks of my aching heart
The hunger didn't vanish, but it transformed.
The sharp edges softened.
The desperate need to possess melted into a deep yearning to protect, to cherish.
It isn't about the thrill of the chase, the conquest of gaining his attention anymore.
It is about the quiet comfort of his presence, the genuine peace in his touch, the tenderness in the way he looks at me, even when he thought I wasn't watching.
It has become about him, all of him, the perfect parts and the messy ones, the way he sighs when he's tired, the grumpy roughness in his voice when he talks about something , the way he cares or the way he scolds me when I'm wrong.
Everything
And now... God.
It's not a wildfire anymore.
It's an ocean.
And I'm not standing on the shore, frantically trying to measure its depth or control its waves.
I'm in it.
Fully submerged.
Drowning, it may look to others , but it doesn't feel like struggle.
It feels like surrender to the most beautiful, overwhelming current.
His every glance and every touch is pulling me deeper.
It's a warm, heavy weight in my chest, a constant thrumming beneath my skin.
I look at him, and it's not just attraction or admiration; it's a profound, aching love that feels too big for one heart to hold.
"I'm drowning," I think, as I submerge more into the water.
"Completely, utterly, beautifully drowning."
The obsession was a wildfire, yes, but it was manageable in its destructive path.
This love... this love is an ocean without horizons.
It washes over me, through me, leaving me breathless and lost, but in the most exquisite way possible.
There's no fighting it, no trying to find the surface.
There's only the endless, enveloping flood of him, of us, and I find I never want to touch solid ground again.
I am happily, irrevocably, drowning in this love.
But ....................
If he ever breaks my heart or my trust he'll lose me forever.
He won't even find a trace of my hair if I get any kind of betrayal from him.
I’ll be gone. Forever.
There won’t be a second chance, no trying to fix it, no talking it through.
" I love you so much that I can die for you but if you ever break me, know that You're losing me. Completely. And I won't look back."
