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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆,

𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒙𝒚𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

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THE sound of buzz was all she heard.

She dreamt it.

It wasn't real.

"Miss? Are you there?" The person on the other phone asked.

Marcelo took the phone off her hand and talked to the person on the other line.

She started at the window staring off into space.

She couldn't comprehend what was going on around her.

Maybe I am crazy like him.

She felt disgusted with herself.

How could she think such an inappropriate thought about her teacher who is 10 years older than her?

Why did it feel so real?!

Marcelo ended the call and stared at Violeta.

His Violeta had a dream about him.

A dirty dream.

He smirked.

He shook his smirk off and walked towards her.

"How are you feeling?" Marcelo asked.

No response.

Marcelo shook Violeta but no reaction.

"Violeta?" Marcelo called out.

No response.

He stood in front of her.

She was staring at the backyard but she wasn't blinking.