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"As you know, The Catcher in the Rye has so much symbolism in it. It's chalk full of teen angst and alienation, it deals with complex issues of innocence, identity, belonging, loss, and connection." Eve paused and looked up from her copy of The Catcher in the Rye and laid her eyes upon Richter. One of her students that struggles, she was determined to get him at least somewhat interested in literature. She looked at him up and down, but she knew he didn't care. She could sense it in every fiber of her being. His slouched posture, bored expression, and sighs explained it all to her. He didn't want to be here, even if he needed it. Nevertheless, she continued on. "There's even symbolism in the title. In fact, it could be argued that it is the most important symbol in the entire book. Holden explains to Phoebe that all he wants is to be is the catcher in the rye. He pictures himself wearing a giant baseball mitt, ready to catch kids as they fall off the cliff whilst playing with the rye. The kids represent childhood of course, the field represents innocence, and the fall from the cliff--" Her voice suddenly stopped as she was rudely interrupted. For a second, being interrupted by him almost brought something ugly out in her. But instead she looked at the clock, put her bookmark in the book and closed her copy. "Now Richter, I'd almost say that you didn't want to spend time with me. You would like to go to the bathroom with twenty minutes left of our valuable time?" With the finish of that sentence, another sound interrupted her and she gave off a sigh. The loud ringing of her cellphone, a simplistic rhythm rung throughout the entire classroom. "Well, I guess I can't keep you from the restroom," she gave him a wink and strutted over to her bag, "You're dismissed for now. But come back after you've gone to the restroom, I'd like to talk to you about something. It won't bother you too much I promise, and I'll have you out early if you hurry up!" She broke eye contact with him and turned around, grabbing her phone from her bag and flipping her cellphone open before pressing it to her ear. "Hello?" She said shyly, "This is Eve Eudora."

"Hello Eve." His voice rang from the other line, and she knew clear as day who it was.

"Steve?" She gasped, sitting down in a chair while Richter got up to leave the room, "Why are you calling me? I never thought I'd hear from you again."

"I've called... To apologize. And for the truth..." She could hear him pause over the phone. She knew his face, he was probably dumbfounded. He probably was thinking of the words to say, of an excuse as to why he would walk out on her on their wedding day. Eve got furious at the thought, but kept her cool. No matter what she would always be the nice person... Always letting people walk on her, and as she listened to excuses roll from his tongue, she wondered why she took all his shit. Her shoulders slumped down and her façade melted away. She became sad in this moment. In her classroom, listening to her ex-fiance list up bullshit excuses as to why he ran off right before she walked down the aisle.