They say love makes you do crazy things...but what's crazier than falling for the forbidden?
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Mallory Wright is a 22-year-old junior at her dream and one of the best universities in S...
Oh, no, did I get too close? Oh, did I almost see what's really on the inside? All your insecurities. All the dirty laundry Never made me blink one time ~ Katy Perry
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Seeing Mallory after all this time was both unexpected and exciting, to be honest. I never imagined I'd have the chance to see her again.
As I stand in the middle of this spacious room, bathed in the soft, magical glow of yellow bulbs hanging overhead, I can't help but smile at how everything has turned out exactly as I envisioned it.
When I saw her in Theo's office, I was momentarily stunned into silence. But at that moment, I knew I had to talk to her.
The pain in her eyes struck me like a tidal wave, and I was hit with the realization of how deeply I had hurt her. I knew that distancing myself would cause her pain, but I didn't anticipate it would be this much. I was only trying to do what I thought was best for her, or at least what I believed was best.
After moving to Seattle following a conversation with my father about working alongside James, fragments of my past life in the States began to resurface. Memories of my old apartment, my work at the university, and Mallory gradually came back to me. At that moment, everything clicked into place—the lingering questions, the images of the university, and the mysterious girl who had been appearing in my thoughts and dreams. It was as if I had finally completed a puzzle with that one crucial piece.
As soon as I realized who Mallory was and everything fell into place, I rushed to her apartment. But just as I was about to enter the building, I received a call from the university, which had somehow learned about my return.
Reluctantly, I turned around and drove back to the university where my presence was urgently needed. Upon arrival, I was informed that the university was aware of the relationship between Mallory and me, which they deemed inappropriate.
I had known from the beginning that pursuing a relationship with a student was wrong, but I chose to disregard the consequences.
As I sat in that office, being interrogated by the administration, regret overwhelmed me.
I wasn't so much feeling sorry for myself as I was for Mallory. I felt terrible for putting her in that position and couldn't help but blame myself for misusing my power.
I pick up a wine glass from the table, not out of suspicion that it might be dirty, but just to look at it—much like everything else in this room.
As I walk around, impatiently waiting for her to arrive, I bury my hands in my pocket—my anxiety spreading throughout my body.
