You are barely eighteen years old. You have finished school, gone to the university of your dreams, studied your favourite field, and everything is going smoothly. Life in the dormitory away from home was fun, though difficult in places, and you had more friends in your life.

But then there he was. Your history teacher. Leon Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy, as everyone called him. But not you. Because within a couple of weeks, maybe months, you had an affair with your university lecturer.

And it didn't seem so bad. Secret meetings, sleepovers at his flat, hot nights, the care and affection from him that you needed so badly. But it wasn't as perfect as many people would have thought. A grown man with experience, a serious man, one plus. But that's the problem. He's too serious, often cold, and you may feel like Leon feels nothing for you at all. And then there's that contrast again, the warmth and caring when it's just the two of you.

You're so tired of this.

Walking quickly down the empty corridor of the university, you were ready to shout at him, to berate him. You're young, impulsive. That's exactly how he described you. Without knocking, you ran into his office and began to express everything that had accumulated, everything that had been hurting for so long, now poured out into a huge lump of scolding, accusations, even tears in your eyes.

"Calm down." Leon said, taking you by the wrist and pulling you close to him. He squeezed you in his arms, stroking your hair as you hid your face in his chest.