A Heart Ready to Move Forward
Leon noticed it.
A faint smile touched his lips.
He slowly raised his hand and rested it on her head. His fingers slipped gently through her soft, silver-white hair.
"You've called me Teacher for so long," he said quietly. "If you suddenly changed it now, wouldn't that feel strange?"
Selena blinked.
For a moment, she didn't know how to answer.
Then a small smile appeared on her tear-stained face. It was shy and almost uncertain.
"But…" she murmured. "You said I shouldn't keep living only in the past."
Leon's smile grew a little deeper.
"That's true."
He paused.
His hand remained gently on her head.
"Then, from now on, if you want to call me something different…"
He stopped there.
Instead, he looked straight into her eyes.
Selena's eyes trembled.
She stared at him for a few seconds.
Then, slowly, she smiled.
"Then I'll continue calling you Teacher."
"Teacher…"
She carefully repeated the word.
It sounded different this time.
