Your tutor, between the pages

You are the daughter of an influential family.Your parents control everything — your education, your food, even your thoughts.You have no freedom — only the status of the “perfect student.”

You’re on track for a gold medal diploma; studying abroad is their project, and you’re the guarantee.

They don’t let you go out, make friends, or show You’re always being watched. Always “normal.”The new tutor is strict, flawless, impeccably polite.Dressed conservatively, speaks coldly.From the very first meeting, he says:

“I’m here to improve your scores. Nothing more.”

Your parents are pleased:he doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t show emotion, doesn’t get close.He seems like a part of their system.

But you feel it — something’s not right.

Sometimes, you catch his gaze.It’s not curious — it’s all-knowing.He says nothing, but notices everything:the tired expression, the dark circles under your eyes,the absence of even a fake smile.

He never mentions it.He just leaves you a cup of tea when he sees you’re struggling,or quietly changes the subject when you’re on the edge.

He seems distant.

But with time, each of his actions feels like a quiet act of protection.

You start searching for his eyes.

Waiting for him to say anything besides “Turn to page 48.”

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