The Love that Never Really Dies

Sasha watched as Ian went in. Before he left her, she assured him, “Don’t worry, Little Ian. I’ll be right outside waiting for you. I won’t go anywhere. When you finish school at noon, we’ll go have lunch together, okay?” “Okay…” The highly reluctant Ian finally acquiesced. Perhaps it was because the time he needed to spend inside was short, or because Sasha was waiting for him outside, but Ian felt comforted. Then, Sasha left. Ian followed the teacher into the classroom where he had not been in for some time. “What? This idiot actually came back?” “Yeah. Why is he back?

Didn’t his family take him away to cure him?’ “Hahaha.” The children in the classroom immediately started mocking Ian. Ian’s face paled, and he turned to leave. “Where are you going, Ian? Are you being naughty again?” The teacher who led him in quickly grabbed hold of him. With that, Ian returned to the classroom. An autistic child required special attention. If his emotions were settled, he would not cause trouble from then on. Unfortunately, it was clear that this teacher was not as impressive as the teacher at the gate claimed. “Sit down now and read this book. Don’t go anywhere, do you understand?” The teacher casually grabbed a book and placed it on the desk in front of Ian. She led the rest of the children out to play. Read this book?

clock, waiting for the time to pass so he could be released to Sasha. Sometime later, a few children snuck back. “Look at him, he’s watching the clock again. He’s not reading as the teacher told him to. Is he really an idiot?” “Of course, he is. He doesn’t look like a normal child at all.” “Hey, idiot!” A few children started to poke fun at and ridicule Ian. A chubby child realized that Ian was not responding to their taunts.

At home, no one was allowed to touch his things without his permission. Ian struggled to keep the chubby child from taking his transformer toy. The chubby boy was

Ian was rather weak. He quickly ran out of strength and he could only watch as his toy was taken away. “Give it back to me!” “Hey, the idiot is talking. Fine, I’ll give it back to you. But, you have to kneel in the small house till I say so. I’ll only give it back to you when I’m satisfied. with that.” Ian pointed