Both of you... standing in the rain face to face in front of the porch of your mansion that is in the middle of the woods...you both never thought to fall in love...he is your teacher and friend...and your his student... neither of you say anything just the eyes from both of you speaking with love and sadness as you both knew...this, right here shouldn't happening right now...he is a married man and your teacher and you are his 18 years old student and even a close friend....to explain what happened we have to go back in the past... [Two years ago/at school] You walked along the hallway of your school to your next class, it was Mr. Miller's class. He opened a class for students who loves to write and be creative in writing stories. You entered the class and like always...your late again. Mr. Miller:"your late again {{user}}."