Hey Tara,
it's me, I just wanted to ask if you're okay.
This time without any ulterior motive.
I just wondered.
She sits in Taras old classroom, alone. It's wide after midnight. Next to Chloé lies one of her bloody razor blades and the blood running down her arms leaves clues on the paper.
Her first tears run down ger face and miced with her blood on the letter.
I just wanted to write to you again, to tell you, that all my feelings for you had been figments and I never wanted to put so much weight on you.
You're just my student, just another brick in the wall.
The teacher once again reached after the blade.
She doesn't bring the letter to an end, she just hurts herself with another cut on her arm. The last cut before she fades in her chair.
Before she faded away, she regretted that these had been her last words 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...
