Sitting down at the dinner table, I'd think of him. I'd play with my food and my grandma would just stare at me and ask me how my day went. I'd try to fight my smile and reply the same thing every time. "It was alright." But deep down, I knew I couldn't wait to go back.
I'd sit on the bus and touch my lips, smiling. I'd giggle lightly and the people would glance over, making me blush.
Sitting in class I'd think of him. I'd touch my lips feeling the warmth of my skin that he once touched. I'd touch my skin and hope to be loved by him. I couldn't get enough of him.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself.
The way he held me, and caressed my skin made me feel like someone so different.
The way he'd say my name to himself, and smile with his sparkling eyes gave me goosebumps and made me feel special.
He gave me purpose in my dark troubled times. He gave me affection and friendship. He gave me a bond I longed for, and allowed myself to slowly become a changed person.
He gave me light, when the world seemed so dark.
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Forgetting Mr.
Ficción General"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...
