The young teacher sits in the bath tube, spinning the razor in her hand, watching the reflection of the light on its blades.
It was her addicted, an addiction she fights against since years.
And Tara had been her medication. Her beautiful eyes, her lovely smell and her soft voice had been her medication.
And then it was taken away from her without taking care of Chloé.
She laughts.
Care.
She was so selfish.
So damn selfish, that she wished her incredible student would fail the finals.
But she wouldn't.
Not yet.
Not yet.
The only exam that hadn't been graded yet, was french.
But Chloé just had to correct it. She had no choice.
And she had to grade it right, she couldn't make a mistake.
Even I she would love to make one.
But it wouldn't work out.
Hey Tara,
how are you?
I'm correcting french finals. I haven't corrected yours yet, but I'll tell you about your grade as soon as I habe looked over it.
I wish you so much luck and success in your future. I want, that you reach everything that you want to reach!
In love,
Chloé
The fifth letter she put into the drawer of her bedside table without sending him to Tara.
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letters to her (English)
RomanceA teacher. A student. And unspoken feelings. This school year is getting to an end and Chloé is watching her students packing their stuff. And now she'll never see Tara again. (Dont read if you havent checked to tags.) (There is a TW!) (Dont read if...
