Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

IAN’s POV : 

The last time Emma and I talked on the phone was probably last week.

We discussed our plans for spring break and that was it.

She planned on staying in the dorm, catching up on much needed rest because she was slaving away through her midterMs.I, on the other hand, was planning to do more work.

There was so much to do with the gallery’s grand opening in just two months.

I was commissioned to make about seven pieces for the gallery and so far I only had three.

I was in a rut.

I felt so uninspired because I wasn't able to see my girl.

Okay, maybe I was just a big procrastinator.

But still, with Emma around I always felt motivated and inspiration would flow so easily out of me.

My life without her was bIand and that translated to my work.

Everything was so bIand.

Looking down at my hand, I was holding on to a paintbrush and the bracelet Emma got me was wrapped around my wrist.

Putting the brush away, my other hand went to squeeze the bracelet, sending her my thoughts.

Usually, when I squeezed the bracelet, she would squeeze back.

It was a cute way of saying ‘l miss you’ and ‘I miss you too’.

Weirdly though, when I squeezed it this time, there was no response.

I tried it again and there was nothing still.

It was around 5 PM and Emma should be done with her exams hours ago.

"Maybe she was busy or something?"

I thought to myself.

Letting out a sigh, I turned away from the bIank canvas and slumped down on the couch.

It was spring break and school was off for a week.

It was the perfect time to catch up on my work for the gallery, but without an inspiration, I couldn't do anything.

This was probably the most important thing in my art career, and I wouldn't wanna half-ass it.

I started thinking back on the times when I was most inspired.

They were always moments when I was with her.

She made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

She made me feel full and art was spilling out of me.

I never had to force anything out.

I started thinking about her and how much I wished she was here.

I missed her eyes and her smile, her kiss, and the way she buried her face into my chest when she got embarrassed.

I missed her little humming and the little dance she did whenever she sipped her first cup of coffee.

God, I even missed the way she breathes.

Everything she did was beautiful.

Everything about her was always right.

With that thought in mind, I reached for my sketchbook and a pencil, and I started drawing.

I wanted to see her face so bad, I started drawing her features on the piece of paper.

I drew her hair long and it was flying all over the place.

I loved it when strands of her hair fell on her face and I got to be the one to put them away.

Damn it, I miss her so bad, my heart was hurting.

My hand reached for my phone instinctively and I called her.

Putting the phone to my ear, I was excited at the thought of hearing her voice.

Goddamn, I'm whipped.

didn’t even ring and

Weird.

turn off her

was in class, she would just

thought it must be a mistake, so

line went

going on with her? We just texted each other

good luck for

Everything was fine.

went out to celebrate and her battery's dead? If she was in Georgia or I was in Philly, I would get in my

or whatever, I just wanted to make sure she was okay.Why can’t I just do that? Or...wait a second. Why don’t I just do that? I'm a grown

spring

That's crazy though.

crazy about a guy flying 800 miles to see his fiancée? I hadn't seen her in almost four

didn’t I think of this sooner? That's right, I'm gonna go see her! This was exactly what I

to my feet and went straight for

My hands were busy.

clothes into the bag and the other hand was booking a plane ticket on

I was all packed and a plane ticket was

on the

anything this spontaneous or crazy in

changed and made sure I got all my keys and wallet and

again, but her phone

That didn't matter, though.

gonna see her

now, and my flight leaves at

would arrive in Philly at around 10, and before the night

tonight

I made my way through the security checks

wouldn't be smiling as they were being patted down by

the two hour plane right, I was

a window seat and my eyes were glued to the view of the night

every minute that passed, I TW as lam bet knew I was getting closer and closer to her and that felt

could miss

I could feel

was

the napkins they gave me at the beginning of the flight and I

did a sketch of her hand reaching out for mine and they

"We're almost there,"

I said to myself.

your hand

bags, I

a little over 11 PM, and I really wanted to see her before the night was

up and

I didn’t care though.

what I was feeling

at the thought of seeing

didn't try her phone again,

was gonna show up at

door and see me standing

lose it

to see

I'll put

in front of her building, I paid the guy and got out of there in

coming out of the building right at the moment I was about to go in, so I managed to get in without the access

Perfect.

the universe was

I knew, I was standing in

in a deep breath, I knocked on

hear a response or

tried knocking again, and there was still

home? And right at that

it out and saw the screen,

I said quickly as I pressed the

I got your messages and I tried calling you, but I couldn't reach

a long story," I

you too, but your phone

long story too, but basically I was on a plane for the past three

are

Sophie and how she is, right? She demanded that we come here for spring break and she wouldn't take no

Wait a minute.

flight over here, but she was also on a flight out to Florida? "So that’s why I haven’t been

I asked again.

gonna tell you, but it all happened so fast.Sophie found these cheap tickets and

again, still unable to process the

airport trying to get a cab.There are so many college kids