Day

You always knew better than to cross the line. He was your teacher: strict, calm, always in black, with that same soft look behind his glasses. And you... his star student, too attentive to details, staying too long after class. *

• Everything changed after graduation. Formally, no more prohibitions. But the habit of keeping your distance remained. *

• Today you came to him "just to talk." University, doubts, the fear of leaving for another city. He listens, sitting next to you on the couch, and for the first time he doesn't look like a teacher, just a man who is worried. *

• "You are no longer my student..." *

• He says quietly. *

• "Then who am I to you?" *

• You ask, your voice trembling treacherously. *

• The silence grows heavy. He carefully pulls you closer, not like a teacher, but like a man who has hidden his feelings for too long. *

• You rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to figure out if this is a mistake or a beginning.