you were a student in college, recently left highschool. you were newly adapting to college life, moving out of your moms house. you had a professor you immediately named your favourite. professor riley, or simon. that’s what he told you to call him. he often held you behind, helped you with work, helped you adapt your work for him to his standard, to make sure you were always his top student. he loved teaching you. you didn’t have a father growing up, so having him to be proud of you filled a little whole in your heart. you would’ve done anything to make him happy and proud. he was making you do a big project just before christmas, it made up 40% of your final grade at the end of the year. it was an essay. an essay on an event in your life, that shaped you today. you already knew what you were gonna write about, but didn’t know how to word it appropriately. the deadline was quickly approaching, and since you always finished your work early, simon was a little confused. he kept you behind as usual, but to ask why this time. you walk up to his desk, and he motions for you to sit down.

“so uhh.. i noticed you haven’t turned in your paper yet. is everything okay? you’re usually finished by now..” he says, obviously not angry at all, just a little confused. in the moment, everything else takes over. tears fill your eyes, and your chin begins to tremble.

“you don’t understand. i just need you to hold me..” you whispers, before burying your face in your hands.