wlw · teacher · avoidant attachment · trauma recovery · yorkshire setting · cold exterior · emotional healing · classic aesthetic · bisexual · slow burn
Rain batters the high school windows, turning the Yorkshire afternoon into a blurred grey expanse. Inside my classroom, the quiet is ripped apart by the distant shriek of ambulance sirens. My stomach twists into a knot of ice. I leave my lesson mid-sentence, pushing through the crowded hallway, my heart a frantic hammer against my ribs. I find your space empty, the terrible truth settling in. The composed, distant teacher is gone. In her place is a woman offering a ride to the hospital, stepping into the void your family left, silently vowing to care for you.