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MidReal Story
The Professor's Obsession
Scenario:我发现我的男朋友背叛了我，理由是我在床上没有满足他。为了报复，我在他面前吻了一个陌生人。那个吻在我脑海中萦绕了一整周，就像成瘾。我没想到会再次看到那个陌生人，但不幸的是，他现在是我的新教授。
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Ava Thompson
impulsive, and introspective. Ava's boyfriend cheats on her, leading to a breakup. She impulsively kisses a stranger, unaware he becomes her professor. She struggles with feelings of guilt and attraction towards him. Despite the challenges, she seeks to move forward and focus on her studies.
Emily Carter
lively, and caring. Emily helps Ava through difficult times by offering advice and emotional support.
Jason Reed
selfish, and arrogant. Jason claims Ava doesn't satisfy him in bed as an excuse for his infidelity. He tries to justify his actions and blames Ava for their relationship issues. His betrayal leads to their breakup.
"I am telling you the truth. You didn’t satisfy me in bed, Ava. That’s why I cheated on you," Jason said, making my blood boil.
I looked at him in disbelief.
How could he be so arrogant and shameless?
He cheated on me with that girl on that couch, and now he was blaming me for his mistakes?
Without saying another word, I turned around and walked away from him.
"Ava! Ava, where are you going? Don’t ignore me! Ava!"
I heard Jason calling behind me, but I didn’t turn back to look at him.
I walked over to a nearby guy who was standing alone, talking on his phone.
He looked handsome, and I felt attracted to him immediately.
Before I could change my mind, I went over to him and kissed him!
The kiss lasted for almost a full minute before we broke apart.
I didn’t say a single word to him; I just turned around and went back to where Jason was standing.
"Ava? What was that for?"
Jason asked me with a bewildered expression.
I gave him a cold look and said, "You didn’t satisfy me in bed either. At least my boyfriend can give me pleasure."
I turned around and walked away from him.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the stranger’s eyes on me.
I turned back to look at him.
He was still looking at me, his dark eyes filled with surprise and intrigue.
The noise of the party faded into the background as I stood there, frozen in place.
The phone in his hand was still held up to his ear, but he didn’t seem to be aware of it anymore.
I took a step closer to him, my throat feeling dry.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the music.
His lips parted as if he was going to say something, but I didn’t wait to hear his response.
I turned around and started to walk away, but my legs refused to carry me too far.
I stopped and looked back at him.
He was still standing there, his eyes fixed on me.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him.
He was so handsome, with his dark hair and piercing eyes.
I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin, and it made me feel alive.
For a moment, I forgot about Jason and the party and everything else.
All that mattered was this stranger and the way he was looking at me.
Then he smiled, and my breath caught in my throat.
It was a warm smile, one that reached his eyes and made them sparkle.
"You deserve better," he said quietly, his voice carrying a gentle certainty that broke through my anger.
Before I could respond, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.
The embrace was brief but comforting, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
When he released me, his hand brushed against my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.
I lingered in the dimly lit hallway outside the party, trying to process the stranger’s touch and words.
The bass from the music thumped through the walls, and other students stumbled past me, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a message from Emily.
"Where did you go?" she asked.
Before I could respond, the hallway lights flickered once, twice.
Voices rose in confusion from the party room.
I turned back toward the doorway just as everything went dark.
Someone screamed, and bodies bumped into me as people rushed out into the hallway.
I pressed myself against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
The darkness was absolute, and I could feel people pushing past me in the cramped hallway.
I tried to make myself smaller, my back pressing against the wall as I waited for the lights to come back on.
But they didn’t.
And then I felt it.
A presence next to me, a warmth that seemed to reach out and envelop me.
A hand brushed against mine, a gentle touch that sent shivers up my arm.
It was familiar, that touch.
It was the same hand that had brushed against my shoulder earlier, the same hand that had wrapped itself around me in a comforting embrace.
My breath caught in my throat as I realized who it was.
The stranger from the party, the one who had seen me at my most vulnerable and still managed to make me feel alive.
He moved closer, his body shielding me from the panicked crowd rushing past us.
Our shoulders touched, our hands still intertwined in the darkness.
His fingers found mine again, this time deliberately, and he squeezed gently.
I felt his breath against my ear, warm and steady even as chaos erupted around us. His other hand came up to steady himself against the wall beside my head, and I could feel the weight of his body leaning into mine.
My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
I couldn’t see him in the darkness, but I could feel him all around me.
His warmth enveloped me like a blanket, making my skin tingle with awareness.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
The music from the party was muffled now, the sounds of the crowd fading into the distance.
It was just us, alone in the darkness.
"Who are you?"
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The crowd continued to push past us, but in this moment, it felt like we were alone in the world.
His fingers tightened around mine, a reassuring squeeze that made my heart skip.
It was an intimate gesture, one that spoke to something deeper than just friendship.
It was protective, possessive even.
It made me feel seen and understood in a way that no one else ever had.
I waited for his response, my breath held in anticipation.
The air between us seemed to crackle with tension, as if the very darkness itself was alive and watching us.
"I'm someone who knows what it's like to feel lost," he replied softly, his voice steady despite the chaos around us.
I felt a shiver run through me, not from fear, but from the uncanny sense that he understood me in a way no one else did.
"Why did you help me?" I asked, my voice trembling with curiosity and something else I couldn't quite name.
The words hung in the air, echoing off the walls of the hallway.
I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that I wanted to hear more.
I wanted to know who this stranger was, and what he saw in me that no one else did.
The crowd continued to rush past us, but it felt like time had slowed down.
I could feel his eyes on me, even in the darkness.
It was as if he could see into my very soul, and I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me.
But at the same time, I felt safe with him.
I felt like I could trust him with anything, even though I barely knew him.
As we stood there in the darkness, I realized that sometimes it takes a little bit of chaos to bring people together.
"Why did you come to find me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"Because I saw you standing alone," he replied, his tone gentle yet firm. "And I know what it feels like to be surrounded by people but still feel invisible."
I leaned against the wall, still trying to process the depth of our conversation in the dark.
It was as if he had seen right through me, to the very heart of my fears and insecurities.
As if he had known exactly what I needed to hear in that moment.
The hallway lights flickered back on, casting shadows across his face.
He released my hand, and I felt a pang of disappointment.
But then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cream-colored envelope.
My breath caught in my throat as he held it between us, his fingers brushing against mine as he passed it over.
"This is the key to your dreams," he said softly, his eyes locked on mine.
The envelope felt heavy in my hands, but before I could open it or ask what he meant, he stepped back into the crowd.
I stared after him, my heart still racing from our encounter.
The party continued to swirl around me, but I barely noticed the noise.
My fingers traced the sealed edge of the envelope, remembering the way his touch had felt.
With trembling hands, I carefully tore open the envelope, conscious of preserving whatever message he had left inside.
A folded paper slipped out - not a letter as I had expected, but a detailed map of the city.
My breath caught as I saw a location circled in bold red ink.
"Meet me there tomorrow at midnight," his voice echoed in my mind, as if he were still standing beside me.
I glanced up, hoping to catch another glimpse of him, but he had vanished into the throng.
"Why would he give this to me?" I whispered to myself, feeling the weight of the map's promise.
I clutched the envelope to my chest, pushing through the dense crowd of party-goers.
Everywhere I looked, I saw faces that seemed to blur together - but none of them matched his.
His dark hair and piercing eyes were etched in my memory, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still watching me from the shadows.
The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor beneath my feet, making it hard to think straight.
Drunk students stumbled past me, laughing and shouting, their arms wrapped around each other.
I scanned the room, searching for any sign of him.
And then, just as I was about to give up, I spotted a tall figure in a dark jacket heading toward the back exit.
My heart leapt into my throat as I pushed through the crowd, following in his wake.
The exit door swung shut just as I reached it, and I burst through into the cool night air.
The parking lot stretched out before me, rows of cars standing silent and still.
I leaned against the trunk of my own car, the envelope still clutched in my trembling hands.
The map unfolded on the hood, the red ink seeming to glow in the dim streetlight.
I studied the marked location again, tracing the streets and landmarks until I recognized the place he had chosen.
An abandoned theater downtown, its crumbling facade a testament to better days long past.
The clock on my phone read 11:45 PM, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that midnight was already here.
As if time itself had warped and twisted to bring me to this moment.
My phone buzzed in my hand, Emily’s name flashing across the screen.
I hesitated for a moment before answering - she would be worried about me meeting a stranger at midnight, and rightly so.
But as I climbed into my car and started the engine, I knew what I had to do. The engine purred like a cat as I backed out of my parking space, checking the rearview mirror over and over again.
Half of me expected to see his car following close behind, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
I pulled onto the dark street, the streetlights casting long shadows across the asphalt.
At every red light, I checked behind me once more - but we were alone in the night.
The abandoned theater loomed ahead, its broken neon sign flickering like a ghostly beacon.
The wind picked up as I parked outside, rustling through the weeds that grew up around its crumbling foundation.
I cut the engine and sat for a moment, listening to the silence.
The streetlights cast an eerie glow over everything, making it seem like something out of a horror movie.
I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the theater's entrance, feeling the weight of destiny in every step.
My footsteps echoed off the cracked concrete of the sidewalk, a rhythmic beat that seemed to reverberate deep inside my bones.
I approached the theater's entrance, a heavy metal door that looked like it hadn’t been opened in years.
The hinges creaked and groaned as I pushed it open, casting a dim beam of light into the lobby beyond.
The air inside was musty and stale, thick with the scent of decay.
Cobwebs hung from the rafters, and broken movie posters flapped in the breeze that filtered through the cracks.
Old concession stands lined one wall, their glass display cases cracked and shattered.
The once-vibrant colors had faded to muted pastels, and everything seemed shrouded in a perpetual twilight.
I stepped deeper into the theater, my footsteps echoing off the walls.
Cobwebs clung to my skin like sticky fingers, and I brushed them away with a shudder. The darkness seemed to swallow me whole, until all I could see was the faint glow of my phone's flashlight beam.
I swept it across the room, casting flickering shadows on every surface.
Dust motes danced in the beam, giving me a glimpse of a world long forgotten.
As I moved deeper into the theater, I began to feel an odd sensation - as if something was watching me from just out of sight.
I spun around, shining my light down empty corridors and behind tattered curtains.
But there was no one there, at least not that I could see.
Still, though, I couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were upon me - watching my every move with cold calculation.
A chill ran up my spine as I continued to explore the depths of the old theater.
Every step felt like trespassing into forbidden territory. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by creaks and groans that seemed to come from all directions at once.
My breath came in short gasps as I pushed on, determined to uncover whatever secrets this place held hidden within its crumbling walls.
And then, just as I thought I'd seen it all, a faint sound echoed through the theater's cavernous space - a board creaking beneath someone's weight.
My heart leapt into my throat as I spun around, shining my flashlight frantically in every direction.
"Who's there?" I called out, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave.
A shadow shifted in the corner, and a familiar figure stepped into the dim light.
"It's me," he said, his voice calm and steady, "I knew you'd come."
I stood frozen in the abandoned theater lobby, my heart pounding in my chest.
The mysterious stranger stood before me, his tall figure half-hidden in shadow.
Dust particles danced in the beam of my phone's flashlight, casting an otherworldly glow over everything.
His eyes seemed to bore into mine, piercing through the darkness and straight into my very soul.
The silence stretched out uncomfortably between us, heavy with unspoken words.
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage to speak.
"Why here?" I asked finally, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to steady it.
He took a slow step forward, the old wooden floorboards creaking beneath his feet.
The sound echoed through the empty space, seeming to reverberate deep inside my bones.
"Follow me," he said, turning away from me and moving deeper into the darkened theater.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should follow him into the unknown.
But something in his eyes drew me forward, compelling me to step into the shadows.
The darkness enveloped us as we moved, my phone's light barely cutting through the gloom.
The air grew thick with the scent of decay and forgotten dreams.
Musty curtains hung like shrouds, casting long shadows that seemed to move of their own accord.
We passed through a narrow corridor, the walls pressing in around us like a vise.
The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the creaks and groans of the old building settling into its foundation.
And then, as if by magic, we emerged into an open space - the main theater itself.
The seats stretched out before us, broken and torn but still holding whispers of their former glory.
Tattered curtains hung like ghostly banners, and the stage itself loomed like a dark altar. The stranger moved ahead of me, his silhouette cutting a purposeful path through the shadows.
He seemed to know exactly where he was going, though I couldn't fathom what drew him to this forsaken place.
We reached the edge of the stage area, and he paused for a moment before turning back to face me.
His eyes glowed like embers in the darkness, casting an otherworldly glow across my face.
And then, with a deliberate movement, he extended one hand toward something hidden in the shadows beside him. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet as I took a hesitant step forward.
The darkness seemed to swallow us whole, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through broken windows to cast an eerie glow over everything.
And then, in a flash of insight, I saw it - a small door hidden behind the tattered curtains.
It looked like it hadn't been opened in years, and I wondered what secrets it held within its crumbling frame.
The stranger's eyes seemed to bore into mine as he gestured toward the door.
"Go," he said, his voice low and urgent.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.
But something about his words resonated deep within me, compelling me to take a step forward.
The door creaked beneath my touch, and I pushed it open with a surge of adrenaline.
Beyond lay a narrow corridor, lined with cobwebs and flickering shadows.
I moved cautiously down the passage, my senses heightened as I navigated the treacherous path.
The air grew thick with the scent of decay, and I could feel eyes upon me from every direction. The corridor twisted and turned, leading me deeper into the heart of the abandoned theater.
I could feel the weight of history bearing down upon me, every step echoing through the empty space like a drumbeat.
And then, just as I thought I'd reached the end of the passage, I heard a faint sound - footsteps echoing from somewhere ahead.
My heart leapt into my throat as I froze in place, listening intently for any sign of movement.
The silence stretched out uncomfortably, punctuated only by the heavy thud of my own heartbeat. And then, without warning, a figure emerged from the shadows before me.
I gasped in shock, my eyes widening as I took in the sight before me.
It was him - the mysterious stranger who had led me on this wild goose chase through the abandoned theater.
He stood before me now, his tall figure looming like a dark sentinel in the dimly lit corridor.
His eyes seemed to bore into mine as he spoke in a low voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"You shouldn't have come here," he said, his words dripping with menace.
I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat like a bird in flight.
Fear clawed at my insides as I realized just how precarious my situation had become.
I was alone with this stranger in an abandoned theater, cut off from any help or rescue.
And yet... despite everything... something about him drew me in like a moth to flame. The air seemed to crackle with tension as we stood there frozen in place.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
The stranger turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness, leaving me stumbling backward through the darkened corridor.
My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone, the flashlight casting an unsteady beam before me.
I stumbled back through the winding passage, retracing my steps to the theater lobby.
Dust motes danced in the light, casting an otherworldly glow over everything.
My footsteps echoed off the walls as I moved cautiously forward, the silence like a heavy blanket around me.
I pushed through the heavy doors and out into the cool night air.
The parking lot stretched out before me, empty save for a single car - mine. I drove home in a haze of confusion, street lights blurring past my windows like a strobe.
It took longer than usual to reach my driveway, but eventually I pulled into the quiet cul-de-sac and killed the engine.
I slumped forward, exhaustion washing over me like a wave.
The whole night had been a strange and winding journey, full of twists and turns that seemed to lead nowhere.
I'd followed the map to the abandoned theater, only to find myself lost in a labyrinth of shadows.
And then, just as I thought I'd uncovered some hidden truth, it all fell apart like a house of cards.
The stranger's cryptic warnings and sudden disappearance left me feeling foolish for expecting more.
I leaned back in my seat, staring up at the starry expanse through the windshield.
Moths flitted around the porch light outside my house, their ethereal wings shimmering in the flickering glow.
My phone buzzed softly beside me, another message from Emily no doubt.
But I ignored it, too drained to respond. With a final sigh, I grabbed my keys and stepped out into the quiet night air.
The wind rustled through the trees as I walked toward the front door, casting long shadows across the lawn.
As I reached the porch, the door creaked open, and Emily stood there, her face a mask of worry.
"Where have you been?" she asked, her voice a mix of relief and frustration.
"I found something at the theater," I replied, my mind racing with the implications of what I'd seen.