Simone had taken Annabelle’s photographs with her; but somehow, she didn’t want to hang them on the wall. She didn’t want to give her the place she had given Amanda’s pictures, (somehow) it didn’t feel right, it wasn’t enough. She didn’t want Annabelle to think she was just replacing a ghost. She wanted to hang Annabelle’s pictures in a new place, in a new house, a house she had chosen with her. In the meantime, she was satisfied just looking at them.

Since she arrived, Simone hadn’t really had time to catch up on her sleep as she spent her nights talking to Annabelle. In twelve days, she had had the time to learn a lot about her. Essential things and so-cute-you-could-die habits she had, making her love her even more.

But, sometimes, their conversations only made it harder for them to be apart. She couldn’t even count how many times she had been ready to jump into her convertible and just drive to the school, to hold Annabelle as she was crying at the end of the line. And a couple of times, Annabelle tried to talk Simone into phone sex; but the only result was both of them laughing their heads off after two minutes.

Right now, Simone was sitting on the couch, listening to an old jazz CD, thinking about tomorrow. The day Annabelle graduated and she was supposed to pick her up there. Just the thought made her dizzy. Of course, she couldn’t wait to see Annabelle again. But what would people say when they’d see her arrive to take her ex-student back to her place? Her thought quickly got kicked out of her mind as the phone was ringing; Annabelle.