Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 74: Missed Opportunity 

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.

even ring and

Weird.

turn off

in class, she would just

must be a mistake, so I tried

line went straight

We just texted

wished her good luck for her

Everything was fine.

battery's dead? If she was in Georgia or I was in Philly, I would get in my car and drove

or possessive 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 ass man, I could get on a car or a plane and

was spring break

That's crazy though.

about a guy flying 800 miles to see his fiancée? I

means necessary to make this trip, so why can't I just do it? Why didn’t I think

to my feet and went straight for

My hands were busy.

was shoving clothes into the bag and the other hand

all packed and a plane ticket

on the next

done anything this spontaneous or crazy in a long

all my keys and wallet and everything else I needed, I jumped into an Uber

Emma again, but her phone was still

That didn't matter, though.

her in a couple

and my

10, and before the night was over, I would get to hold her

her tonight made my heart feel

my

being patted

plane

window seat and my eyes were glued to

knew I was getting closer and closer to her and that

knew I could

never knew I could

I was feeling so

beginning of the flight and I used it

a sketch of her hand reaching out

"We're almost there,"

I said to myself.

hold your hand

plane and got my bags, I

was a little over 11 PM, and I really

to speed up and I

I didn’t care though.

what I was

to burst at the thought of seeing her in a

her phone again, I wanted a dramatic

up at her

open the door and see me

lose it

wait to see that smile on her

smile I'll put

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

was about to go in, so I managed to get in

Perfect.

the universe

I knew, I was standing in front of

deep breath, I knocked on the door and waited for a

or any sounds for that

and

right at that moment, my

out and saw the screen, Emma was calling

as I pressed

tried calling you, but I couldn't reach you,"

it’s a long story," I

calling you too, but your

I was on a plane for the

Where are

is, right? She demanded that we come

Wait a minute.

also on a flight out to Florida?

I asked again.

so fast.Sophie found these cheap tickets and she

Florida right now?" I said again, still unable to process the irony in

ago.We're still in the airport trying to get a cab.There are so many college kids here, the airport

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