Sad - Abandonment

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Everything was great. Life was good. School was stressful obviously, but that's a given. I had good friends, amazing grades. What was there to complain about? I had this one teacher, however, that was just the best. No words can describe how amazing this teacher was. I would visit their office everyday before and after school. Many others along with myself would see them at some point during the school day. They weren't just an ordinary teacher. They cared. All teachers, deep down, care about their students, but this was an exception. They made sure we knew. They were open. They let their students in. We had an understanding of who they were. We were comfortable. The bonds we all shared were bulletproof. 

I imagined the future: visiting their class, seeing the new students, expressing how amazing their teacher was. Some days when I thought that I could never get through it, they pulled me out of it. On top of all of that, they were AMAZING at their job. They turned the shittiest thing into something spectacular. I thought I had it all figured out.

"I found another job."

Is this a joke? Is this why they pulled out four boxes of tissues? Is this why we got cupcakes? How am I supposed to feel?

I couldn't breathe. It was like all life left the room in that moment. Even the strongest shed tears.

Family? Shorter Comute? Are we not worth it?

I've never heard a room so silent. I didn't know how to sit. I sat there uncomfortably shifting in my seat over and over again.

I'm trying to hide how I feel, aren't I? Why the fuck can't I sit still?

All attention was on them.

I'm so loud. Please cry quiter. Fuck, that was loud.

They commented. I laughed. What was I supposed to do?

They're done talking. What now?

I got a letter. We all did. Close to the end of the year. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to read in my life. I didn't want to read it. Once I did I knew it would hit. They were leaving. There's nothing I could've done. We weren't enough. I can't even explain just how lucky their new students are. The hurt will never leave, but the memories will be forever cherished.

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