She Loved Me In Autumn (English Version)

Eli’s Point of View It was still early. The whole house was wrapped in silence. Soft sunlight crept gently through the white curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. We lay in the same bed—entwined, yet from two different worlds. I felt her stir before I even saw her. Her breathing was calm and steady, as if savoring every second beside me. I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re up early, Professor,” I murmured. She smiled back—that small, subtle smile I always looked forward to. “I have a class at seven. You? Don’t you start at ten?” she asked. I nodded, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Yeah. But I want to leave with you. I want to take you.” Inside this house, there were no roles to play. No titles. No barriers. No “ma’am.” No “professor.” No “student.” Here, I was just Eli. And she was Camille—not the stern professor, but the woman I love. But the moment we stepped outside, everything shifted. We couldn’t walk too close. I couldn’t smile at her too long in the hallway. I couldn’t call her by the name I whispered every night when no one else was listening. But in the morning—before the world fully woke up, before we remembered who we were supposed to be—we had a few minutes that belonged only to us. A few quiet moments without fear. A few fragile threads of time where we could still be in love. Today began like all the others. We got up together. Showered together. Shared coffee and a soft kind of silence. My name is Elise Janaya Villon. And she’s been my girlfriend for almost one year and ten months. Camille De Luna.