Chapter 11

• Roselyn's POV
• I can remember vividly, that particular day he confessed his feelings to me, although I had before then, had a suspicion about it, but never thought that seriously about it, simply disregarding it as just a likeness he had for me for being a teacher who went out of her way to mentor him academically, and emotionally.
• He often expressed his admiration for me through subtle means like writing essays, or poetry tailored about me. He sometimes draws images of me in his sketchbook, handing them over to me as a gift, but I never thought deeply about them, merely seeing him only as a student.