For YouWhy must you think these things?More Like This
Do you not see the good in life?
You died though... and it was all my fault.
I cannot forgive myself in this.
Did you not understand that I worried about you?
I felt shame for what I have done.
You hate me... I know.
Forgiveness isn't an option for you, or I.
So now, I say good bye.
I'm not leaving you, don't get me wrong.
I'm sick of this though...
I just want to go home.
TutoringReader’s P.O.V.More Like This
‘He’s so cute…’ I thought, as I peeked out from under my bangs, staring at someone across the cafeteria, more precisely the faculty table. Propping my head up on my hand, I continued to stare at a certain blonde teacher. I could feel my face heat up. A small smile made its way to my face, and I just continued to stare at him, until someone leaning on my shoulders knocked me out of it.
“Looking at imaginary people again, ______?” I jumped, looking up and at my friends. I frowned at them.
“He’s not imaginary, Elizaveta!” I pouted, before I looked back to him, seeing him frowning and sighing, the rest of the teachers and staff ignoring him. I frowned. “He’s really a teacher here…” I whispered sadly, sad about how everyone in the school ignores him, whether the person is a faculty member or a student. Nobody even has his class, but even I’m not sure what he