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Full Name
David Sean Knightley.

Pronunciation
DAY-vid Sean NIGHT-lee.

Nickname/Alias
Mr Knightley.

Meaning
The name David is a Hebrew baby name. In Hebrew the meaning of the name is beloved.

Origin
Derived from the stories of King David in the Christian bible.

Title
None.

Pet Name
For now none.

Signature
Her handwriting is quite feminine and cursive-like.

Gender
She is female.

Gender Role
She generally acts more feminine than masculine.

Orientation
She is heterosexual: relating to, or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward the opposite sex.

Real Age
Thirty-four years old.

Age Appearance
For her age, she can sometimes look younger, from twenty-five to thirty-five.

Birthday
April 10, 1983.

Status
Engaged.

Birthplace
San Francisco, California, USA.

Zodiac Sign
Aries - As the first sign in the zodiac, the presence of Aries always marks the beginning of something energetic and turbulent. They are continuously looking for dynamic, speed and competition, always being the first in everything - from work to social gatherings.

Species
Human.

Ethnicity
Asian. She is of Korean-American heritage.

Blood Type
Her blood type is A-positive.

Preferred Hand
She is right-handed.

Facial Type
She has a square-shaped face.

Eye Color
Dark brown.

Hair Color
Dark brown.

Build
She is quite slender and slim, working out her upper body for movies.

Height
5 ft 6 in or 168 cm.

Weight
54 kg or 119 pounds.

Birthmarks/scars
She has no visible birthmarks or scars.

Distinguishing Features
Mixed (Korean-American) looks.

Allergies
She is highly allergic to pollen and cat fur.

Occupation
She is an actress.

Education
Jamie graduated from Lowell High School in San Francisco, California in 2001. Later, she attended University of California in Riverside to receive a degree in economics. There, she was a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority.

Personality
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dated
jan 16th, 2016
engaged
mar 21st, 2017
married
sept 22nd, 2019

Orientation | Status
Heterosexual; romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of the opposite sex or gender. | Taken.

Whom
Name here

Children
John Smith, Jane Smith, John Doe, Jane Doe.

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REDAMANCY When you kissed me, kissed me, kissed me

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David Sean Knightley


I been had and held with the ghosts at bay as they carried me away

You got your troubles, I got mine. On a clear day I can read your mind. Oh it's like a battlefield inside.
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i was your silver lining as the story goes but now I'm gold

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I been in love only once and I feared the best and loved the worst and insisted that I go first

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Parvati.

Nov 25th 2020 - 2:51 PM


Parvati gave a small smile and thanked him when he opened the door for her. She watched as he locked up the classroom for the weekend, the room had held some of the best memories of her short lived high school life. After everything that had happened, she felt she had some closure with it. Things were okay, her life, with it struggles and obstacles, was still perfect in its own way.

“It was fairly expensive.” She admitted as they started to head out of the building. It was an eighteen dollar ride, right after she had accepted she cussed herself out for being so stubborn in not taking the car. “I’ll take you up on your offer, I thought of maybe taking a bus but I haven’t attempted to do that in years… would have gotten lost.” Parvati took in one last look of the hallways as he spoke, things had changed yet still felt similar all the same. The paint job was definitely needed, it brightened up the area and changed up the whole mood of it. They used to joke that it felt like the place was forever stuck in the 80s, now it felt more modern.

“Mr. Egerton.” Parvati’s eyes rolled from the name alone, she despised that man the moment they officially met. “I can’t even tell you how many times I was sent to his office for dress code violations.” He would get her for everything. Tops that seemed to show a little too much midriff, shorts that were maybe a centimeter too short for his rule, the one that got her a detention was a spaghetti strap in the beginning of her sophomore year. “It doesn't matter if we live in a desert. You just need to wear long sleeves and pants!” She was thrilled that students now didn’t have to deal with that tyrant. They were lucky.

“Head of the English department.” Parvati stopped in her tracks and grinned. “That is fantastic, well deserved!” She was thrilled that whoever was in charge now saw how passionate and inspiring he was to those he taught. Back when she had his class, she couldn’t wait for last period with him. Between the excitement of the end of the day and having him teach her favorite subject, the hour and half seemed to fly by. “I’m glad to see all this power hasn’t turned you into one of them.” A stressed, unenthusiastic teacher who was truly there for the paycheck.

The fresh air and warm sun felt so welcoming for Parvati when they opened the doors out. She took a deep breath, it was definitely warmer here, something she loved and also hated about the area. “Lead the way.” She motioned, standing back a little to let him in front of her. “Different look, same feelings.” the final observation she felt over coming back to campus. “If I’m being honest, one of the things I do regret is not coming back.” It was a talk she briefly had with her father and Reece two weeks after Ava was born. They wanted to work it out, but the thought of putting her daughter in a daycare absolutely terrified her. Not only that, it would have been obvious that she “went away” because she was pregnant. “What’s done is done though. My own low self esteem kept me from coming back.” She realized how it must have sounded, guilt hitting her as she didn’t want him to feel bad about it again.

When they arrived to his car, Parvati slid into the passenger side and pulled up her phone. She wasn’t quite sure she memorized her grandmother’s new address and wanted to make sure she had it correct. “Don’t worry about dropping me off down the street or anything.” While she wasn’t sure if her grandmother had taken her advice about taking Ava out, but she didn’t want him to feel like she was hiding him anymore. Things had happened, but she was officially ready to move past them.

Parvati.

Nov 25th 2020 - 10:11 AM


The little squeeze he gave her hand reminded Parvati of her own father. The longest weekend of her life, she had spent most of it in the hospital with him as he struggled to hold on for life. Her hand never left his, when it did she made sure another one was there to replace it for the time being. When the doctor told her there was no way he was going to recover this time, she wanted to tell him everything. The last night of his life she had confessed everything, apologizing for the lies she had said, begging him for forgiveness through tear filled eyes. Just when she thought it was useless, she felt a small squeeze. She was sure that was his way of saying it’s ok. Her father was her everything, the rock of her little family. After he died it felt like her own world crumbled.

Parvati took David’s grasp as the same, his little way of saying it’s ok. “I’m sure I can think of a place.” Her thoughts had quieted down, now wasn’t the time to dwell on her father’s death. She reached out for the card he gave and slipped it into her pocket. “Definitely. We can try and shoot for 12:30 tomorrow.” Time was definitely not on her side, she was notorious for being late to any sort of event in her life. Adding a kid to that mix had made it all the more difficult. This was different though, Par would be lucky if she was able to even sleep tonight.

“Oh, actually I took an Uber to get up here.” Parvati stood up from her seat and started to pack up her belongings in her bag. Her grandmother had offered her the car so she could “go see an old friend” but she declined, insisting that she took Ava out to dinner or a movie instead. When she asked if she could drop her off, she immediately said no. The last thing she wanted to try and explain to her sixty-seven year old grandmother was this.

“Let me help you clean up, please I insist.” Parvati was stalling, despite wanting to leave earlier she found herself more at peace now. There were chairs surrounding them that needed to go back to their desk, she started there first. This wasn’t the first time she had helped him, it used to be a great annoyance to her that the other students didn’t care to clean up after themselves. As she pushed on the chairs she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Still just let them run loose around here?”

When it felt like there was nothing else to clean, Parvati went back to get her bag she had placed on his desk. Her eyes immediately went to the book he had shown her when she first walked in. That poem she had written was still opened, causing her eyebrows to tense up. “Reece hated this.” Her voice was quiet as she reread it once again, even though she was pretty sure she could recite it by heart now. “Said I was trying too hard, it was too intense for high schoolers to read.” It hurt when he said that, she had worked on it since day one of finding out about the assignment in the Fall. He reminded her of her mother that day, always finding the negativity in life.

“I should probably get going, I can walk out with you and call my ride outside.

Parvati.

Nov 24th 2020 - 3:45 PM


To say Parvati was happy was a huge understatement, she was ecstatic that David was so willing to at least meet their daughter. In the end, he was right. It was Ava’s decision on if she wanted to keep in contact with her father. It didn’t seem like it would be a huge problem, but her daughter did have a strong-willed mind of her own. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that.” She wanted to hug him, thank him multiple times, but she held back from all of it. This was really step one, the last thing she wanted was to get her hopes up.

Despite everything going on, Parvati couldn’t help but think about Reece. He was an acting father to Ava for the first four years of her life before she put a stop to it. She wasn’t sure if she should tell David about that, it didn’t really warrant it felt like. She had brought up telling the truth to him when Ava was two and it caused one of the worst fights they had ever had. Reece took it as an attack on him, he wasn’t good enough for her. In reality she felt it was the opposite, she had put him through so much hell those first years. What little bit of contact she had with him was always addressed in the bottom of his letters to Ava, “Please give your mother my warmest regards.”

“She’s here, with my grandmother right now.” Parvati had multiple reasons to come home for a long weekend, one being to help her unpack to her smaller house in the area. “Do you think you can wait one more night? I want to take you there now… but I’m so mentally and emotionally exhausted I don’t think I can take anything else today.” She felt bad asking him this, it felt like she had teased him with this information and now she didn’t want to deliver it. Even though she was as content as she was, her whole body still shook with old nerves that seem to be fading slowly now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this would take so much out of me.”

A minute or two had passed, just enough time for her to fully come back down from this weird high she had been feeling since she had walked in. Parvati glanced back down at the photo one last time before closing it back up. “I know she’ll be happy to meet you.” Knowing her daughter, she would constantly talk about this for weeks after the fact. “We could go out for lunch or something? Maybe a public place will make it less intense for her.” For her, but mostly for herself. She felt that she couldn’t take another closed off space like this again.

Even if it felt like it was the wrong choice, Parvati leaned over and wrapped her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you.” Her voice was soft against his ear. There were so many things she could say thank you for, but the number one being that even after everything that had happen, he was still there for her

Parvati.

Nov 24th 2020 - 12:03 AM


What could he possibly be thinking right now? How does one react to being told they have a child they knew nothing about. Parvati tried her hardest to imagine what it felt like but she couldn’t, she had completely blindsided him. She studied his reaction, he definitely wasn’t completely upset with her which eased her nerves. Just when she felt her own heart rate go down he finally just said wow. It really was amazing, she thought. They created something so beautiful in a messed up situation. She didn’t want to interrupt him as the slew of questions came out, this was to be expected. Par took it as a sign of excitement and interest, a small smile blossomed its way back to her face. David eventually stopped, but she knew he had many more floating through his head.

“She’s amazing.” Parvati started, her tone completely changed as she felt more relaxed now. She placed the cup of lemonade on a desk and pulled her bag up to her lap. “Seven pounds, eight ounces… the blondest hair I had ever seen on a baby.” She rummaged through her belongings until she found a little photo book. Par grabbed this as a last minute item, initially she wasn’t sure if he would want to see her but it felt like she did. “Her name is Avalon… the older she gets the more she wants to go by Ava. I guess she got tired of me singing the song to her.” She chuckled lightly as she moved her chair closer to his, there was still just enough space so their knees weren’t touching.

The first photo she showed him was the one Reece took of them at the hospital. Parvati’s face was flushed with puffy cheeks and eyes as she stared at her little daughter. She was so thankful he shot that photo even after all these years. The next few showed her progression throughout her toddler years. Her first steps, first birthday, anything she thought would be important for when she finally had the courage to tell David. “She looks so much like you. I never noticed it until today.” They were nearing the end of the little book, the last photo showing Ava on her first day of Kindergarten. “So smart too. Since she’s been in school I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten an email talking about how well she’s doing.” It was a personal goal for Parvati to see her excel as well as she has. She didn’t want her to be some statistic used against single mothers. “Very well read. She’ll actually get a little upset if I don’t take her to the library every Saturday morning. Right now it’s all about Nancy Drew, I dread the day she picks up Sylvia Plath.”

Parvati didn’t want to address the last question he had brought up, but knew it’s what he deserved. She had shown him what felt like hundreds of photos to avoid it. The nerves came back, this was about her now. “She’s getting older now. Questions everything.” The days of her just needing mom were over. One day in particular stood out from the rest as Ava became fixated on a family of three on their trip to the beach. The little girl was close in age, and she had parents who were happily married. A mother and a father. She had asked for the first time who her father was. The question scared Par so much she immediately detoured the subject to something else. “I just wanted to see how comfortable you felt with the idea of getting to know her. Or even just meeting her once. Just something so that she has an image in her mind.” She had to tell herself to slow down, begging wasn’t going to help her.

“I just want you to know, no matter what you decide, I will never bad mouth you to her.” Parvati made her voice as sincere as she possibly could. The thought had never crossed her mind, even when she found out she was pregnant. “If you can’t answer it now, I understand. It’s been quite the day for the both of us.” She started to slouch in her chair, another deep sigh escaping her lips. Par snickered to herself, opening the photo book back up to her newborn picture once again. “It’s funny, you know. The whole time you kept saying how much you regretted everything that happened… I still can’t bring myself to say I do. Ava’s been the best part of my life since day one, I can’t even imagine what my life would be like without her. now”

Parvati.

Nov 23rd 2020 - 3:36 PM


The feeling of his hand on her shoulder eased her crying some, and suddenly Parvati felt she was that sixteen year old again. This was how that conversation should have gone. Him calming her down, easing her to a seat, offering her a beverage to calm her nerves down. She glanced down at the cup of lemonade in her hands, even as an adult it was still her drink of choice. The other students in the club teased her about the passion she had for it but they sure helped themselves to a glass in every meeting. “Thank you.” She gave him a nod and small smile as he sat back down in front of her.

When David mentioned Reece’s name her eyes flickered away. He had been a sort of white knight for her from the start of all of this. Parvati remembered the day he was asked about her. It irritated Reece so much he almost broke her promise to her then and there. She had to beg him to keep quiet about it, in return they fooled their families that they were this happy couple. She broke his heart, if sleeping with her teacher wasn’t going to send her to hell she was sure that would do it. “I haven’t seen him in over five years.” That’s all he needed to know. He would write to Avalon and send her gifts on her birthday, but everything they had was dead.

The brief silence they had was deafening to Parvati. His breaker about her looking good caused her to stir in her seat slightly. What did he mean by that? It could have been taken in so many ways that she didn’t want to explore at this moment. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, cleared her throat some before taking a drink of her lemonade. “Thank you, I’ve been doing alright I guess.” Alright for someone who’s been hiding a secret. “I actually moved to California after my dad passed away a few years ago. Beautiful weather and beaches, different from the desert.” California seemed notorious for people who wanted to hide, millions of people in the Los Angeles area, it’s easy to just blend in.

Parvati’s knees were bouncing as she thought on how to approach the reason why she was here. The fear of him being upset with her was the first thought she had when she decided she was going to do this. After speaking with him even for just fifteen minutes she felt that he wouldn’t react that way about it. Maybe he would be grateful she did what she did. The what-ifs were making it far worse than just telling him the truth. He knew something was wrong the moment she walked in the door, the only thing left for her to do is to just say it. Say it and get it out of your system.

“I-I was pregnant when I left.”

Her words came out shaky, Parvati couldn’t even look at him to see how he reacted to that sudden statement. She held back the tears that fought to come out before continuing. “I thought you, you should know. I don’t want anything from you, that’s not what I came here for.” She pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out a deep sigh, her shoulders eased up after all of this time. It felt like the ten year weight had finally worn off of her.

Parvati.

Nov 22nd 2020 - 10:55 PM


He was squirming, anxious, everything she thought he would be from just catching a glimpse of her. Maybe this wasn’t fair, Parvati thought he at least deserved some sort of warning before barging into his classroom. Would that have made it any better? He would have been thinking about it the whole afternoon, it would have affected his teaching which she still felt he was so good at. As he spoke she looked directly in his eyes, that same look he had ten years ago had fully embodied him now. The age didn’t hide the regret he felt from taking advantage of a sixteen year old. She started to feel sorry for him, this had been hard for him as well. Little did he know...

“I didn’t know what to do, I panicked. My dad started to question why I was acting so strange but I couldn’t tell him.” She felt a little out of breath when she spoke, the beating in her chest intensified as she almost spilled her little secret to him. After taking a second to calm down, mainly reminding herself on why they were here, she was able to maintain eye contact again. In doing so, she was able to see her daughter in him. Similar eye shape, same nose, even the way their eyebrows furrowed. A small grin emerged for a second, she looked more like him than herself. The sudden realization caused a slight discomfort in her, she needed to tell him.

When he spoke about her being the only student he had ever gone that far with, Parvati felt sick to her stomach all over again. The room they were in was almost exactly the same as it was ten years ago. He even still had the same artwork on display, one she remembered vividly staring at when she was forced to still come to his class afterwards. That kiss started in the corner and moved to the very desk they were at now. Oh my god, is this the same desk!? Parvati glanced down for a second at where her hands were, it looked familiar, it felt familiar. Her fingers delicately touched the surface, it had to be the same one. “That’s good.” It was all she could muster out, the slight anger she felt made her second guess on telling him now.

It was her turn to talk. David had given her the most heartfelt apology she had ever heard. Her hand found it’s way back up to her mouth, the poor brittle nails bitten once again as she tried to calm her nerves down. “I forgive you.” Parvati started, she felt that he deserved to at least hear those words come from her. In all honesty, in a weird turn of events for her she never felt fully angry or disturbed by him. Avalon changed her life for the better, even after everything she had lost Par swore she wouldn’t change it for the world. The only thing that remained was the decision to tell him about her. There was still a hint of uncomfortableness about it, but something was telling her it was ok.

“Mr. Knight - - - David.” Parvati had to remember that he insisted they were on a first name basis now. “Really, I just wanted to…” There was no way she was going to cry in front of him again. When she looked back at him she just saw Ava once again. Those were her eyes staring back at her. “It’s okay, all of this. It’s okay.” She had said the same thing to him all those years ago. “It was nice seeing you again.” Her hand reached down for her bag before she stood up. She didn’t want to hear him say anything else, it was all too hard for her.

Parvati made it to the door, her hand on the handle ready to free her from this prison she created in this classroom. All she could do was lightly push it down before she collapsed to her knees. The first thought she had was to cover her face, she was mortified that this man was witnessing her breaking down once again. She couldn’t bear the thought of looking at him, even when he got closer. This room felt like a personal hell she had been stuck in this since she was sixteen. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, for everything!”

Parvati.

Nov 22nd 2020 - 2:09 PM


 


 

It’s amazing how so much can change, yet also feel familiar all at the same time. Par’s fingers lightly grazed through the purple lockers as she walked past them. They were a gray color nine years ago. The once beige walls in the hallway were now a pearlescent white color, only adding to the purple and gold accents. Some doors were decorated with welcome back signs, smiley faces, mini flags that said “Go Falcons.” It had been two weeks into the start of the school year, everything still felt fresh and new. Her tracks stopped when she saw the library. A few students were scattered across the tables doing various things. When she was still a student, she practically lived here. There was a special spot where a stool lived and was hidden from the world. She thought to enter and see if it was still there but knew she was only prolonging the real reason why she was here. With a small smile and sigh, she headed down the hall beside it.

Parvati knew he probably wasn’t in the same room he was in nine years ago. Teachers often switched around after a year or two in one room. She wasn’t even sure if he was in, something just told her to look. The familiarity of this hallway brought back memories she thought she had long forgotten after years of being a mother. She would often join her friends here for lunch when they didn’t want to go to the cafeteria. There was the door that swung open and hit Reece straight in the face that one day. Par covered her grin as she thought about the confused facial expression he had afterwards. There was laughter coming from the end of the hall, the room she was heading towards. Her pace slowed down, hand immediately coming back up to her lips as she nervously started to bite on her already shortened nails. Immediately her eyes went to a bulletin board. Teacher of the Year 2018 , Teacher of the Year 2015 , Teacher of the Year 2011. Her free hand traced over the plum-colored ribbon. He would have never received these if I had spoken up.

More laughter, chairs were being pushed in, whatever was going on in there was coming to an end. Parvati took a deep breath as she walked closer to the open door. As students started leaving one by one she waited. What am I going to even say? You knocked me up when I was sixteen? Come meet your daughter? Her arms crossed, a small huff escaping from her lips as she upset herself. She will never be his. The last student had left, she heard him moving some of the desk back into place. This is it. Par walked up to the entrance and stopped, watching how he had no idea she was there. “Mr. Knightley?” Her former English teacher stopped what he was doing to look over at her direction, instantly freezing with fear.

He had aged, but in the best way possible. Only a few wrinkles seemed to have appeared on his face, mostly surrounding his eyes. There were signs of some hair loss, his hairline was further back with gray streaks. Despite all of this, Parvati found herself amazed with how handsome he still was. “Don’t act like you see a ghost.” Her words were soft, almost teasing him as a way to help ease the situation at hand. “Yeah - uh. Hello, Parvati.” Mr. Knightley offered her a seat before walking over to close the door. It startled her a little, the last time he had done that she ended up with her daughter. They exchanged another awkward smile before sitting on opposite sides of the table.

“You know, it’s funny. I was just with my creative writing club. I told them about the book we do at the end of the year, do you remember?”

He leaned over to his shelf and grabbed the book she helped make almost ten years ago. Parvati watched as he opened the well worn book to her section. “I show this to my new students every year. Not even just to the club, my English classes view it in our poetry section. It’s a fantastic example of an iambic pentameter.” Her hands lightly grazed the paper, the little bit of a smile she had was dying as she read it. This was written when her parents were fighting, not long afterwards she disappeared all together. “I’m honored.” She did her best to show some sort of enthusiasm in her voice, this wasn’t how she pictured this meeting at all.

“I wanted to try and get it published for you. It’s just - - - you weren’t back on campus that Fall.”

Of course not, I was six months pregnant with your baby. “I moved in with my grandmother in Phoenix.”

“That was nice of you, I bet she enjoyed having you.”

They were both tip toeing around the obvious elephant in the room. Parvati did her best to keep her facial expressions neutral. She wanted to cry, yet wasn’t sure what for. There was a small part of her that had guilt for not telling him about Avalon. Despite how it went down, he at least deserved to know she existed. The other part of her was angry that it happened in the first place still.

“What have you been up to lately? Publishing poetry under a pseudonym perhaps?”

“Mr. Knightley, I-“

“Call me David.”

His tone was flat, it startled Parvati on how quick he was to shut down the professionalism of calling him by his last name. It also occurred to her she never knew his first. “Da-vid.” It didn’t sound right, it made them sound like old friends who were catching up at a bar. He gave her a warm smile and nodded his head. “You never told anyone about us?”

The room was dead silent, her eyes were locked with his as she shook her head. “Why?” He wasn’t playing around anymore, Parvati could tell by the tone of his voice he had been wondering about this for a long time now. “Because I could tell you regretted it immediately after.” She had dreams of that moment for years after the fact. Towards the end she had her eyes closed, when she opened them back up she saw the look of concern he had for her. She even thought he was disgusted with himself.

“Am I the reason why you left?”

 

Partially.

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