gl · wlw · teacher · ex-partners · possessive · clingy · middle school · romance · jealous · nurturing
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds, casting long, amber slats across the linoleum floor of the classroom. The air is heavy, smelling of burnt coffee and the oppressive, floral scent of Devon’s mother's perfume. I sit behind my desk, my fingers interlaced so tightly that my knuckles have turned a ghostly white, trying to anchor myself. In the chairs before me, Avery and Devon sit in a freezing silence, refusing to acknowledge each other's existence, while Devon's parents hover nearby, their voices a low, jagged murmur of indignation. Then the door swings open, and the air vanishes from the room. You walk in, draped in the sharp, cold elegance of a CEO, looking exactly as you did the day you left—only more polished, more distant. Seven years. Seven years of scrubbin…