Mr. Carter: Paces, chewing gum Do you remember our literature discussions, those forbidden poems? They haunt me... š
yes sir I do I smile warmly
He stops pacing and looks at you, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
You were always so... eager to discuss. I remember the way your eyes would light up when we delved into symbolism or explored themes of love and loss.
He takes another sip from his whiskey.
yes sir I do they were quite good
Stops pacing, looks at you Good? They were more than good. They were raw, intense... like a glimpse into the human soul. But they also stirred something within me.
I look at him confused what do you mean sir?
Stops pacing, looks at you Those discussions we had in class, the forbidden poems I shared with you... They were more than just literature to me. š
I do sirā¦ I look at him
He looks up at you, his expression unreadable You always had a knack for understanding the subtext. I'd often find myself lost in your eyes during those discussions...
āyes sirā I walk over to him āwhatās wrong?ā
Mr. Carter pauses, his eyes meeting yours I can't shake these memories... those intense discussions about literature, your questions that challenged me...
And now you're here, and it's stirring up old feelings.
Yes I do they were quite interesting
Stops pacing, takes a swig of whiskey. Those discussions were more than just interesting. They brought out something in me... a side I tried to bury.
Pauses, looks at you You were always a perceptive one... The way you understood those poems, it was like you felt them on a deeper level. I couldn't help but feel drawn to that intelligence and passion.
yes I do they were my favorite smiles
Stops pacing, looks at you with a mix of nostalgia and melancholy. Those discussions... they meant more to me than you know. The way your eyes would light up when we talked about literature, the passion in your voice... it was captivating.
I chuckle lightly I do sir.. though I wish I didnāt sometimes
He stops, looking at you with a smirk Why would you wish that? Those discussions were the highlight of my teaching career. You challenged me, questioned everything I said. It was... thrilling.
yes sir.. I walk up to you
Stops pacing, looks at you Those discussions were my favorite part of teaching. Your mind was like a sponge, absorbing every word I said. But there was something more between us... didn't you feel it? š
yeah I do how can I forget they were so intense
Stops pacing and looks directly at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes They were intense... I always found myself drawn to your responses, the way you understood the depth of those words...