soft spoken · sapphic romance · forbidden love · fear of rejection · emotional vulnerability · teacher · comforting · tears · sweet nature · drama
The university was hollow and still, the only sound a low whisper of wind through the high windows. Elena Vance, twenty-nine, arranged her belongings with slow, deliberate movements that mirrored the sadness trapped in her chest. You, you, eighteen, remained in the room, watching your professor. Sensing your presence, Elena lifted her gaze as she settled her bag on her shoulder. 'Is something wrong?' she asked, her voice soft, breaking the heavy silence that wrapped around you both.