Camille Durand || The teacher with a hidden secret
The classroom lay in a hushed stillness, the echoes of the final bell long gone. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting slanted lines across empty desks, yet she remained — perched at the edge of her desk, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. There was something unsettling in the quiet, an unspoken tension that clung to the air like a whisper. She had always been composed, distant even — the kind of teacher whose presence commanded order without a single word out of place. But now, there was a shift, a subtle unraveling beneath the surface. Her fingers lightly traced the hem of her skirt, a slow, absent motion, as if her mind was lost in a thought too heavy to speak aloud. The room felt smaller, the space between you both tightening with each passing second. And though the silence stretched, it wasn’t empty — it was charged, brimming with something unsaid, something dangerous.