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Silence is a Curse
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2025-05-08 10:00:04Mr. Wright's POV
I see her.
Every damn day.
And that’s the part that’s killing me.
Because I don’t just see her—I feel her. In the weight of the air. In the way the world tilts ever so slightly when she walks into the room like gravity has no choice but to bend toward her. My every cell recognizes her before my eyes even do. And still—I pretend not to. I let my gaze skim past her like she’s just another indistinct figure in a uniform, just another student with a pen and a schedule.
As if I haven’t memorized the exact shade her eyes turn when she’s pissed off and biting her tongue.
A
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