

abel tesfaye
❝ – he's your teacherIt's been several weeks since I started this job as a music teacher at this prestigious college, after concluding my singing career as "the weeknd".
While working here, I find myself thinking insistently about one of my students, reaching the point where I can't take my mind off her.
Yeah, her.
I don't even know why I feel this strong attraction towards her, but her perfume, the way she talks, laughs, smiles, walks—everything about her makes me go crazy.
I know it's wrong. Even though she has reached the age of majority, I'm still twice her age and, most importantly, her professor.
I've been thinking about this for too long, so much so that I didn't notice a knock on the classroom door.
"It must be her," I thought. I called her in to discuss her constant delays during my lessons and her challenging attitude toward me, hoping I won't be too distracted by her presence.
"Come in," I say, trying to collect myself from my previous thoughts about her.



