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"It started the first time I saw you..."
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I was all alone. No one was there. No one knew that I was drowning right now. No one knew how much I was hurting. No one could see me...
Except for one.
Professor Lee...
Yes. Professor Lee. My Professor Lee. The teacher that I had fallen so hopelessly and so helplessly for. The teacher who made my heart lodge itself in my throat with his smile and his laugh . . . He had noticed that I was hurting. He cared.
Didn't he?
The one person who had noticed-who I thought, maybe, just maybe, cared-was forbidden to me. Sure, he may have cared about me, but he cared about me as his student. There was no way that he cared about me the same way I cared about him. There was no way he thought of me the same way I constantly thought of him.
He doesn't love me the way I love him...
I reminded myself again that we would never be able to have a normal relationship. I'd never be able to hug him or kiss him in public. I'd never be able to hold his hand in public. Take silly pictures with him and upload them to Instagram, or go on double dates with my friends with him. Everything about our relationship would have to stay a secret. And what kind of relationship is that? How could a relationship that could only exist behind closed doors be anything fun?
But did I really care more about those things than I did him?
No. I didn't need all that stuff...pictures and double dates and public displays of affection. I didn't need them.
I just needed-I just wanted-Professor Lee.
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Gloria Anderson is a sophomore studying ballet and theatre at a prestigious private college: Accent Academy. The day she meets her new History of Theatre teacher, Professor Daniel Lee, she feels an attraction to him that she cannot explain. A series of events throughout the semester serve to bring student and teacher closer to one another-closer than Gloria could have ever imagined. Can she allow herself to dream of something more with him?
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