I didn’t see her again that day. --- Not in the library. Not in her usual spot. Not even near her classroom. --- She was gone. --- The only thing left was the letter. --- I read it again. --- And again. --- Not because I felt something— but because I needed to decide. --- She was waiting for an answer. --- And I already knew what it had to be. --- If I was going to go through with this— I had to accept. --- Not just for her. --- For me. --- I needed to understand relationships from the inside. --- And this— was the perfect chance. --- She had already confessed. --- That meant I had the advantage. --- Something I didn’t have before. --- So I made my decision. --- I would accept. --- Learn what I needed. --- And when I was done— I’d walk away. -

