More Than a Teacher - Ashton Irwin
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What should be a bright and uplifting present for two people two people with such dark and unsettling pasts.
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"Things could be so easy if you would just say something Ava." His hand holds out a ten dollar note. I look up at him and just shake my head.
"I can't." I whisper.
"You can't what?" His fingers lightly brush mine before holding them. "Tell me Ava." He softly says.
With a painful sigh, I let my fingers slip out of his grip. I readjust my bag on my shoulder as I turn to open the door. My body pleads for me to stay but instead I force myself out into the brisk air of the corridor.
- Teacherxstudent
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