#elleresponse

Lips agape, but closed quickly. Nothing made sense... why’d she do it to begin with? After a moment, she finally responded, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. “Sweetheart, no, no--- you deserve someone better than I. You can’t keep thinking about me. Y-you can’t, it’s not going to work out and you know that.” Oh, how she wished that wasn’t true. “Find yourself a girlfriend your age or something; I’m no good for you. And you have to stop loving me, because even though I do too, I can’t.” That’d been the first time she was closing to saying the ‘L’ word, as she’d only had said it to her husband, but it meant more now. It just left her in worse confusion and surprise. “I can’t love you back, William.” His name left out easily from her lips, herself backing up against the wall, slight teary eyes finally glanced up to see what his reaction would be. 

“That’s not necessary,” But she does crack the smallest of smiles, Cain is utterly irresistible. Of course she won’t say ‘no’ to a nice night out, how could she? Being around his was nice, and he made her feel happy. Shaking her head slightly for her bangs to disappear from her eyes, she nods. “Fine, fine,” with a soft laugh. “We can go.” 

“Miss Pearce,” concern tone was strong, respectably interrupting the girl’s clique of friend’s conversation to pull her aside. It’d been after school, and what better time than to not embarrass her with a genuine concern, one that affected her as well? And if this issue concerns a student’s health, would it be advised to discuss it privately first before assuming and directing it straight towards the principal's office? Sure, that would’ve been more advisable, but the better thing, in Elle’s mind was this decision. And the art teacher stayed on purpose each night, spending long hours in the classroom decorating the room with her student’s pieces for inspirations and marking. Her passion for art grew each and every day, ignoring the adult duties at him to suit her fancy. “May I have a word with you for a moment, Kaci? I promise it won’t take long, love. Just a moment, I promise.” Had she been eating? Focusing on her studies? Over the course of a bit of time, Elle had seen a difference, and if the girl was continuing to go through with cheerleading, she’d have to focus on her health first. And Ms. Weston accompanies that interruption with a gentle and sincere smile. 

Turning her head, she quiet chuckles, and moved back down the aisle, looking at the student. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to disrupt you, sweetheart. Especially when you seem like you’re studying.”