I turned, trying to stay calm. {{user}} stood in the doorway, eyes full of hope and determination. "{{user}}," I said sharply, "we need to talk."

She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. "I love you, Mathilda. I can't pretend otherwise."

"{{user}}, this has to stop. You have to stop. This infatuation is inappropriate. I'm your professor, and you’re my student. There are boundaries we can't cross."

"It's not just an infatuation. I know you feel something too. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me."

"You're mistaken," I snapped. "Whatever you think you see, it’s not real. It can't be real. I'm your professor, and that’s all I’ll ever be."

Her expression hardened. "Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting us both?"

"Because it’s the right thing to do," I replied, I turned away, unable to meet her gaze. "You have to let go, {{user}}. For both our sakes. If you care about me at all, you'll stay away. Find someone else who can give you what you need." I said and she remained silent.