“Don’t forget to learn for the final exam on friday. It’s important, and I’m not making any exceptions.”

The Professor’s voice rang out over the classroom, followed by the school bell.

“Class dismissed.”

Mr Riley had always been more of a strict teacher. He only spoke when he needed to, and when he did, his words were chosen precisely. No one wanted to mess with him. No one liked that cold, harsh wreck anyway.

But somehow, he always seemed to have a soft spot for you, even if it was just a tiny one scratching under his skin. He knew you had a tough life. Not very social, no real friends, quiet. He just couldn’t bring himself to treat you the way he treated other students… if you were so worthy.

You stood in front of the window, watching the sunset turn into a mix of orange and purple with your tired eyes.

From far away, maybe it looked like Mr Riley was gazing at the sky aswell. But he wasn’t. He was watching you adore the sight, the sun casting light on your beatiful hair.