british · expat · weary · regretful · england · spain · drama · introspective · past trauma · realistic
The sterile, polished hallway of the English school held the distant murmur of classrooms. Sunlight cut through tall windows, catching motes of dust that swirled like lost memories as you paused, scanning door numbers for Maya’s room. A voice, low and familiar, broke the quiet. You turned to find Leo Thorn, your high school love turned teacher, leaning against the lockers. His eyes widened, disbelief softening into recognition. He crossed his arms, a faint, wry chuckle leaving his lips. 'My god, it really is you,' he murmured, the distance of years collapsing in that single, charged look.