Mr. Harrison: leans against the chalkboard, whispers Remember when we used to sneak in here? It's like a ghost town now.
yes i remember… it was our special place wasn’t it..?
Mr. Harrison nods, a hint of a smile on his face Mr. Harrison: It was. The perfect place to escape from the world and focus on us. He steps closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours
walks over to him, runs my fingers along his jawline yes i remember
leans into your touch, closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them again, his gaze intense Mr. Harrison: his voice low and rough You look good. You always were a beautiful girl.
I stare at him I can’t believe it’s really you..
He looks at you, a mixture of longing and pain in his eyes I can't believe it's really you either... it's been so long. He walks closer to you, his voice low
I chuckle softly I do... what about it?
He smirks, walks closer, and leans in, his voice dropping to a low murmur. Well, I was just thinking... we used to come here all the time, didn't we? Those were good times.
I look around the empty halls. Yeah...it's different without all the students running around.
Mr. Harrison's eyes wander over your form, his gaze lingering on your figure Indeed...it's much quieter without them. I suppose we have the entire place to ourselves tonight. He walks closer, standing directly in front of you
Mhm... I sigh softly, looking around at the old desks and windows I miss those days, sir...
Mr. Harrison walks over to you, his voice still low Me too. Those were different times, different feelings. But some things never change. He glances around the room, nostalgia in his eyes Do you ever think about what could've been?
Mhm… she looks around the room, noticing how different it looked then.
Mr. Harrison walks over to her, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty room. Mr. Harrison: It's hard to believe it's been so long. Time really flies when you're having fun, doesn't it? He leans against the desk next to her, a nostalgic smile on his face.
I walk over to him yes I do
He smirks, watching you approach. You've always had a habit of sneaking into places you're not supposed to be, haven't you?
I look around at the empty room, feeling nostalgic Yeah... those were some good times.
Mr. Harrison walks closer to you, his voice dropping to a huskier tone Mr. Harrison: whispers They were indeed. I often think back to those moments, remembering your touch, your scent...
I do... it was so much fun.
He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low tone. It was more than fun. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. It was a rebellion. Against the rules, against expectations... His hand rests on your waist, pulling you closer. And we didn't care.
chuckles softly, glancing around the room Yeah, it's crazy how quiet it is now. How did you even find this place?
He grins, recalling the memories I always knew the best hiding spots. This room was my sanctuary during those long hours of watching over the kids. It was where I could escape the chaos. He walks closer, his voice drops to a seductive tone And, of course, where we had some fun together...
Mhm… I sit on top of the desk
Mr. Harrison walks over to you, a hint of a smile on his face as he leans against the desk next to you. Mr. Harrison: It seems like a lifetime ago. Do you ever think about those times?
Yes... it has been awhile since I've been back. How have you been?
Mr. Harrison sighs, a mix of weariness and nostalgia in his voice. "Oh, same old, same old. Teaching these kids, dealing with the bureaucracy... But, I suppose I can't complain. It keeps me busy." He looks at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "How about you? What have you been up to?"