This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Plagiarism is a CRIME!❗WARNING: Contained matured contents.My imaginary characters:*Sheids Noah Fawzi- Nick Bateman*Astherielle Zuluetevo- Brooke Shields (Her face during 1980's)——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————PrologueI cried looking down at my shaking legs. I couldn't stop a weak sob from escaping my throat when I felt t

Chapter 2Astherielle's POV"It's just right, Asthe, what you did! It's just right because to be honest, I don't know how to take care of you anymore! Every day, it's a struggle to figure out what to do with you! It's probably better if you leave so that I can just think about myself! Being a mother is exhausting! I just can't tell you that because you still have some use to me! You're helpful in small ways! But I can manage without you! I can live on my own without constantly thinking about you!" she turned to Aunt Mavic and with a sigh said, "Alright, Mavic, take her and leave my house!" The day for my release from the rehabilitation hospital after two years of treatment has arrived, but I didn't expect to still hear my mother's last words like that. It was as if I was being squeezed alive while bravely and tearfully hearing them. I know I hurt her, but I also know that I helped her. She won't have to worry about me anymore...I wiped away my tears and just looked out the window wit

Chapter 4Astherielle's POVTwo hours ago...It took me three days to make a decision about whether I should go to Polaris University or not.For the past few weeks, I had locked myself inside my room, repeatedly asking myself the same question: "Am I really ready to leave my familiar world behind?"I let out a long sigh. I had just gotten off Tita Mavic's car, who had just waved goodbye and wished me good luck."Astherielle, hija, how are you feeling?" She sat beside me earlier and looked out the car window. "I'll pick you up later, okay? Just text or call me anytime... The office is not that busy today because we finished our project yesterday... See you later..."I didn't go to class this morning. I suddenly showed up in the afternoon, with only two classes left for the day. I don't know what came over me to make a decision at the last minute.While I was locked up in my room, many thoughts rushed through my mind. I must have gotten tired, which led me to this decision. I called Ti

Chapter 6Scheid's POVFifteen minutes ago..."Professor Fawzi!" one of my co-teachers called out to me as I arrived at our main building.At first, I thought it was Tara. Thankfully, it wasn't her because I wasn't in the mood to go out or do anything else that she might offer me at this hour. I was too preoccupied thinking about my new student who came in earlier. I had asked her to stay after class because we needed to talk, but she had already left without even saying goodbye or looking at me. I don't demand much, but I had hoped she would at least give me a small gesture of respect as her professor, especially since she's new to my class.Isn't that how it's supposed to be? Or am I just not used to having a female student who doesn't give me the same attention as my other female students do? Most of them don't want to go home, but she seems so eager to leave.Plus, it's not just some random chitchat we're going to have. It's also for her benefit, so she can keep up with the lesson

Chapter 8Scheid's POVFifteen minutes ago...I'm not sure what time our department meeting will end, so I immediately made an announcement in our group chat that I might not be able to make it to my afternoon classes, which run from five to nine in the evening. This group chat is exclusive to class presidents only. I created it to make it easier for me to give important announcements, just like this one. After sending the message, they will be the ones to pass the information to their classmates.I told them early on that we won't have classes anymore, even before the meeting was extended for another hour. I've done what needs to be done so that my students won't get tired of going to classes at odd hours, but while the meeting is ongoing, I'm thinking about my students who belong to international classes. Those who don't have a block or those who are mixed in with other classes. I have no contact with them or a way to reach them. I'm concerned about all of them because I know how fa