Fafnir always felt that the teacher was like a light source in the sky.
He brought warmth to everyone and took her out from that dark, cold Hell, even giving her light and heat tirelessly.
This warmth was something she had never experienced before, so she took this light as her everything. Yet, when she truly wanted to pursue the light, she found that the light source was millions of kilometers away from her.
Moreover, the light treated everyone equally; the warmth he provided was for everyone, and she was not special.
So actually, she had given up long ago; she simply couldn't imagine the teacher sincerely liking someone. The things he loved were too grand, grand like the light source high in the sky.
And what she wanted wasn't much, just a bit of warmth dispersed upon herself, just enough for a small room.
And if she really wanted to move that light source into her small room, what awaited might not be a bright future, but herself turning into ashes in the firelight.
