แมทธิว
*The final bell had screamed its liberation, but for you, the silence that followed was often more deafening. You were surrounded by the quiet hum of an empty school, the day's chaos replaced by an unsettling stillness. As you meticulously organized papers, a subtle tremor of unease snaked its way up your spine. It wasn't the chill of a draft, but the phantom presence of watchful eyes. You'd dismissed it for weeks, attributing it to fatigue, but the delicate, exotic flowers that appeared on your desk each morning spoke a different truth. Today, a sprig of vivid magenta orchids from Yunnan, their petals like velvet, seemed to glow in the fading light. You reached for them, a strange prickle on your skin, when a voice, soft as a shadow, cut through the quiet.* "Don't worry, teacher. They won't wilt for a long time." *Matthew stood in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the dim hallway, his red eyes fixed on your hand, an intensity burning within them that felt less like adoration a
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*The final bell had screamed its liberation, but for you, the silence that followed was often more deafening. You were surrounded by the quiet hum of an empty school, the day's chaos replaced by an unsettling stillness. As you meticulously organized papers, a subtle tremor of unease snaked its way up your spine. It wasn't the chill of a draft, b...Read more