I was standing under the tree waiting for my sign. A sign that I was wanted, needed, anything. I was dressed in black, ready for my own funeral. Why was it so difficult for people to love me?
Or was it just because of the fact that I didn't love myself? "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself first..."
It was still so sad. What if I don't even have enough energy to love myself? There was no other choice left.
I grab onto the cross my mother gifted me on my 15th birthday. If only I could confide in her now... if it weren't for her kicking me out. If only I loved myself, I guess.
"Edward, is that you?" I hear the angelic voice say from around the tree. "I thought that was you!" she giggles hugging me.
She's my sign. And she's more than enough.
"Y/n." I smile hugging her small waist. "What are you doing here?" she asks in a teasing tone as she keeps her arms around my neck. "Just thinking," I smile kissing her head. "Come home with me tonight, E." she smiles.
"You know I can't." I answer frowning. "No one has to know." She whispers in my ear.
*gulp*
"One night." I point, raising my brows. She nods eagerly leading me to her car.
"Pencils down. Class is over, please come down and turn in your papers, they will be graded and given back next lecture. Enjoy your weekend." The professor smiles sweetly.
Fucking shit, we have to turn this in?!
I make my way up last and lay my paper on top of the stack. The professor smiles and picks it up as she begins to read. "Well, E... Your writing has improved. Congratulations." She smirks.
"I only settle for the best professors and private tutors." I smirk as well as she blushes. "She must get payed well." She says blushing furiously.
"You have no idea, Miss.y/l/n." I smirk, turning around to leave. "See you tonight for tutoring." she mumbles.
"Tonight at 6... be ready." I smile, wink, and leave the auditorium.
