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94. The Hope of Return
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Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 98. Shadows of the Past
AlbertThe nights here are quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn’t let me sleep, because when the world is still, my mind won’t stop screaming.I lie on my back in the little cot the villagers gave me, staring at the low wooden ceiling, listening to the distant hoot of an owl. My body aches with exhaustion, but my thoughts… they drag me down into places I don’t want to go.And tonight, one shadow finds me again.Emon.His name presses on me like a ghost at my throat. I try not to think about him, about the warmth of his smile when I first stumbled, broken and bleeding, into his life. He had been a safe place. A human with kind hands and a gentle heart who patched me together when I thought no one else would.And I repaid him with half-truths, with silence, with stolen moments that could never last.I roll onto my side, clutching my pillow tighter, trying to chase away the guilt that seeps into every corner of me. But it doesn’t work. It never does.Because Emon had believed i
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 97. Stubborn Heart
AlbertI thought the raid would break me. The chaos, the fear in Dalia’s eyes, the way the bandits stormed into the village like they owned it… it all pressed down on me so heavily that I thought I would crumble. But I didn’t. Somehow, I held myself together long enough to fight, to stand for the people who had given me shelter when I had nothing.Now, in the quiet after, and with Cess here, I’m left with nothing but the weight of my own body betraying me. My limbs ache as if I have run for days, my head swims with dizziness, and my stomach twists in violent waves of nausea that refuse to let me rest.The villagers smile at me when I walk past, whisper thanks when they think I can’t hear. But I see the worry in their eyes. I see how the chief’s wife presses a bowl of broth into my hands even though she has already fed me twice. I see Dalia hovering nearby like a shadow, her mouth opening to scold me every time I bend to lift something heavier than a cup of water.Worse, I see and hear
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 96. Ashes and Embers
AlbertThe village was quieter now. The echoes of the raid lingered like smoke clinging to clothes, but life was slowly returning to its rhythm. Children peeked from behind their mothers’ skirts, men set up barricades at the edge of the settlement, and women swept the dust as if wiping away fear itself.I sat by the firepit outside my hut, legs pulled close, a wool blanket wrapped tight around my shoulders. The smell of roasted maize and smoked goat filled the air, but my stomach was a storm. The nausea had dulled since the raid, but every so often a wave still hit me, leaving my throat dry and my body shaking.Cess sat across from me, staring at the flames. He hadn’t said much since we had eaten. His presence was steady, calm… so much like his father’s, and yet softer, gentler, without the weight of years on his shoulders.“You are quiet,” I said, breaking the silence.He looked up, his smile crooked, boyish. Like the young teen I first met that day so many years back.“You are one t
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 95. Shadows of the Raid
AlbertThe chopper arrived just as the sun began sinking behind the jagged hills, painting the desert sky in shades of fire and blood. The roar of its blades cut through the village like a storm, sending children scattering, wide-eyed, while the elders clasped their staffs tighter as if the machine itself might swallow the ground beneath them.I stood just outside the chief’s hut, stomach twisting with unease. Not because of the noise, but because I knew exactly who had sent that chopper. Only one man had the reach, the resources, and the audacity to dispatch something like this into the middle of nowhere.Edward.My heart beat at the prospect of seeing him. I didn't think I was ready.Except… it wasn’t him who stepped out first. It was Cecil.Cess.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. His tall frame, his easy confidence, the way he carried himself even in unfamiliar territory… seeing him again hit me like a punch to the gut. Memories rushed in unbidden: late nights in the school li
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 94. The Hope of Return
EdwardThe morning air smelled of ash and damp earth, remnants of the fire we had extinguished last night when another of the abandoned cottages collapsed. I stood at the edge of what used to be our training grounds, boots sinking into the mud, and felt the full weight of the Still Waters Pack pressing on my shoulders.“Spread the logs evenly,” I called, watching a group of young wolves drag fallen timber to rebuild the arena fences. “Reinforce with stone at the base, we won’t have this crumbling at the first storm.”They nodded quickly, scrambling to obey.Around me, the pack house loomed, grand once, now scarred by neglect. Roof tiles missing, windows cracked, ivy crawling up stone that should have gleamed with pride. To the north, makeshift tents dotted the land, housing widows and orphans who had nowhere else to go. Their faces lingered in my mind longer than the ruins: eyes hollow, cheeks sunken, but still they looked to me as if I could shoulder their pain.And perhaps I could.
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 93. The Wolf in the Shadows
AlbertDalia’s hands were trembling so badly that she almost dropped the phone as she pulled it from mine. Her face was pale, her lips pressed together so tightly that I thought they might split.“Albert,” she whispered, her voice shaking as the sound of men shouting carried through the village. “Please, stay here. Don’t go out. They’ll kill you. They will kill us.”The screams outside were growing louder; children crying, the angry barking of men demanding valuables, the terrified wailing of women. I peeked through the cracks of the wooden hut we had sneaked into. Torches were moving like fireflies in the dark, men with machetes and rifles storming the village, yanking goats and sheep away from their pens, shoving elders to the ground, dragging away sacks of maize and beans. Two enormous lorries were parked near the edge of the village, their engines rumbling like beasts waiting to be fed.My stomach twisted, not from nausea this time, but from fury. The scent of fear in the air was
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