Prologue
305 Words
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.
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