What is hell?

Well, hell is an eternal damnation of one's soul for their crimes. It's an endless abyss of suffering in an undying flame, though at times the flame may seem like it will go out, it will suddenly flourish with such a ferocity that one is reminded of just how painful their existence can be for maybe one simple wrong doing.

It's love

How could love to be a definition for hell?

Love is an endless abyss we all fall into at one point or another. Sometimes that love makes us suffer, and even though it hurts us, we stay. It's much like that undying flame, at times, it feels like the love is finally run out. You can't stand that person's presence anymore, but something reminds you why you fell into that abyss. Suddenly, here you go falling deeper for that person and that fire is suddenly rekindled, but that pain never leaves your mind of just why you suddenly resented them. It just retreats into the darkest corners and festers like a blister. Eventually that blister will pop, and you'll say something you'll regret, and they'll leave you all alone. They find someone new and you try to do the same, but it feels so wrong, like a crime against that person you fell for. You see them out with someone else and you're reminded of all the pain you caused them, and it hurts you just as much because you know deep down, you're why they left. Just one wrong thing that leads to a lifetime of pain and suffering. So yeah, love is hell. It's a fiery abyss that you fall into, you get consumed by that fire, not caring about how much it burns, but when the flames die down a little, you see just how burned you are. Even then, you don't care, the fire rekindles, and you keep getting re-exposed to that fire until you're raw and begging, pleaing for the pain to stop. No, it doesn't stop because it's what you deserve for losing you temper, your one simple wrong, you wind up casting your heart into an endless pit of suffrage and the one person who can save you is the fire that is burning you alive. If hell is a form of suffrage and damnation, then I see love as a perfect example of what hell is. Not every love story is a hope-for-a-happy-ending radiating fairytale.

The bell rung for the class to end, students rushed to gather them belongs and leave the room quickly as to not be late for their next class. However, (y/n) didn't find need in the rush. Her mind still dwelled on the argument prior to the bell, what is hell? Love... She sighed as she began to exit the room but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. "Ah, Ms. (l/n) I believe you've forgotten something on the table back there." She gazed back at her wild blue haired professor as he placed a folded note in her hand. He was only a few years older than most of the students and his eyes were fiery gold, holding a stone-cold glare, but when alone with a few students who were truly dedicated to passing his course, they softer a smidge. He had a scar that stood out on his face, in the shape of an 'x', many of the students in the class always either gazed at it and thought wow, who fucked him up and what did the other guy look like when that was over (mostly the guys thought this) or mmm, so mysterious, so yummy (the girls). "Thank you Professor Saix, I hope my thoughts on what hell truly wasn't too morbid or melancholy for this class." He cleared his throat slightly and brush a loose strand of hair from his face, "No not at all Ms. (l/n), but I do believe you should be off to your next class." She lightly smiled and shook her head as she left the room. She worked in the library for roughly two class periods with the librarian, and a fellow student named Zexion, and the two were rather close friends. It was a rather slow day in the library so the two students just chat with each other about their oncoming graduation from Radiant Gardens only college and how the two of them would keep in touch afterwards. "(y/n) I had noticed you walked in with a note, care to enlighten me on as to what its contents were? Perhaps another love letter from your favorite redhead?" Zexion inquired with a light-hearted chuckle. The red head who'd been chasing her heart, Axel, was not anything to (y/n) by a mere friend. "I don't think so Zexion, Professor Saix had handed it to me on the way out of his room. Maybe it's from him?" Zexion knew of (y/n)'s slight crush on her blue haired professor and shrugged. "It is a possibility, take a look." (Y/n) carefully unfolded the paper and read it silently to herself.

(y/n),

I do realize your graduation draws near and it does give me a bit of a sadden feeling to see someone so wonderful as you go. There is so much I would love to say to you, but I see those words to be worthy of being said to you in person, even though it is said silence has a rather eloquent tongue, you need to hear them with all the emotions behind them. Please see me after school today in my classroom?

-Professor Saix

(y/n) felt her cheeks heat up as she read them, not noticing the older gentleman behind her. "I see old Saix has finally worked up the gull to talk to you angel, heh." She turned as a hand was placed on her shoulder. Xigbar was a custodian at the college, being an older man, he'd joke with the students he knew had crushes for their teachers. Though he was usually kinder to (y/n) about it. "X-Xigbar I-I haven't the slightest idea as to what you're talking about! " (y/n) laughed nervously as Xigbar chuckled at her flustered expression. Zexion, whom had decided to read over (y/n)'s shoulder, gestured towards the door, "Well (Y/n), if you are going to meet your beloved professor, I suggest you start heading to his classroom. Classes for today are about to be over." (y/n) glanced down at her wrist, checking the time noting that Zexion was right. Classes were ending soon. She quickly gathered her belongs and calmly headed to Professor Saix's room. The bell rung and her heart began to pound loudly as she neared his door.

What if it's just some trick from Axel? She shook her head at the thought of him pulling such a stunt as she opened the door. There he sat at his desk, neatly stacking his notes from the previous class's lecture, "What is hell? Analysis of our perception versus another's". "Professor?" She shyly spoke up getting his attention, he neatly sat his papers on the corner of his desk and approached his student. "I see you read my note, well I suppose I should explain myself then, hm?" He sighed and looked down into (y/n)'s bright (e/c) eyes. "We both know I am not much older than you, perhaps a couple of years older, but I know it is wrong for a teacher to fall for his students, yet I find myself doing so. Each time I look at you, (y/n) I fall deeply for you. In this afternoon's class when I had asked for an open-ended response on the opinion of what is hell, you stunned me when you said love. I had seen how broken your heart is, how dark vein like cracks ruin it's light, let me try to heal the hurt and bring back its light." (y/n) could not believe what she was hearing, her professor was in love with her? She stood stunned, unable to find the right words to sy to her professor, (y/n) gave him a simple nod. Professor Saix took (y/n) and placed a kiss on it, " I've been looking forward to this (y/n)", he said as he pulled her into a gentle hug.