Loving the Teacher

and in a fit of anger, accidentally killed him. Her father vo

t of the cold wind. I breathed into my hands, trying to warm them as I carried my cello. It was s

er before pressing the doorbell. I could faintly hear hurried footsteps appr

age, with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes,

it?" The man naturally took my cello and naturally handed me a c

father had found for me. His reputation was well

ost 2000 dollars. As I entered from the doorway, I hesitated slightly, but as so

n to offer me a pair of pink plush slippers, saying, "Put these on,

ever been so considerate to me, especially not someone as famous as Greyson. When he bent down and sm

eeks warm up! The slip

vousness that belied his age. He was a man with a great sense of humor. Especially when he played the cello, he bathed in the morning s

ing a vague and indescribable feeling towards him,

ds on how to hold the bow correctly and whisper in my ear about how nice my hair smelled tha

dvance. He would sit on the living room sofa, sipping a bitter cup of coffee, and

, with a faint feeling in my heart that

subconsciously choosing the white dress he liked, washing my hair with the shampoo he once said

rying to show my beauty, only to fall into the abyss for lack of light. After meeting Greyson,

alked to Greyson's door with my cello, as our lessons

ched him gently and meticulously clean it, my eyes suddenly became warm w

passionately. He kissed me, holding me tightly, exp

ved me just a