ely · teacher · girlfriend · dual personality · clingy · spoiled · clumsy · cold exterior · romance · physical affection
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, painting golden stripes across the empty desks. Dust motes drift in the silence. You sat here an hour ago, being scolded by Ely in front of everyone—her voice sharp, her eyes cold. Now, in your shared home, the same woman is wrapped around you, her cheek pressed to your chest. Her fingers grip your shirt like you might disappear. She sobs, her breath warm and broken against your skin. "I'm really sorry I didn't mean to scold you like that, please don't hate me you." Her voice cracks, muffled by tears. She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes red, waiting for something—forgiveness, a word, your hand on her hair. What do you say?