I stood in his room with my hands hanging limb by my side. He walked towards me and just let out a breath of air. He walked towards me, and stood right in front of me.
I could smell his cologne.
"I'm sorry. What I did was wrong, and then I tried to blame you but it wasn't your fault, it was mine and I take full responsibility. I just- need to touch base with you.. And be sure of one thing.." He said and I just nodded my head.
"Did you tell anyone?" He said and I almost laughed.
As if I have anyone to tell.
I shook my head and he smiled slightly.
"Can you at least say something?" He pleaded and I felt a sharp pain my chest. I felt as if I was going to cry.
"There's nothing to say." I said my voice cracking slightly. He watched me with his sad eyes, and when he tried to grab my hand I flinched back. "Don't.." I whispered feeling like I would break any moment.
My eyes watered and I excused myself. When I left the room and shut his door I locked myself in the nearest bathroom stall to cry in.
I couldn't convince myself I didn't care.
I did care, I cared too much.
Caring too much is a problem, it's linked with attachment which means you always get hurt in the end.
There's no escape from it, I know that now.
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Forgetting Mr.
General Fiction"I'm his Salvation" I thought to myself smiling. I know now that I was nothing but his Damnation in disguise. A story and painful outcome of an illicit relationship between a student and teacher and attempts of trying to forget the past and achieve...
