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.

even ring and

Weird.

turn off

she would just

must be a mistake, so I tried her

the line went straight to

on with her? We just texted each

wished her good luck for her

Everything was fine.

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

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 go

was spring

That's crazy though.

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

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

feet and went straight for my overnight

My hands were busy.

and the other hand

all packed and

on the next

or crazy in a long time, and

I got all my keys and wallet and everything else I needed, I jumped into an Uber and headed for the

Emma again, but her

That didn't matter, though.

gonna see her in a

6 PM now, and my

arrive in Philly at around 10, and before the night was over, I

tonight made

couldn't stop smiling as I made my way through the security checks at the

they were being patted down by the airport security, but I

plane right, I

window seat and my eyes were glued to the view

lam bet knew I was getting closer and closer to her and that felt so

never knew I could miss someone

I could feel

was

of the flight and I used it to do

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

"We're almost there,"

I said to myself.

hold your hand

I got off the plane and got my bags, I grabbed

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

telling the driver to speed up and

I didn’t care though.

know what I was

thought of seeing

didn't try her phone again, I wanted

gonna show up at

open the door and see me

probably lose it

wait to see that smile on her

I'll put

I paid the guy and got out of there in a

was about to

Perfect.

the universe

I was standing in front of her

breath, I knocked on the door and

didn’t hear a response or any sounds for that

tried knocking again, and there was still

And right

out and saw the screen, Emma was calling

I pressed the phone to my

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

know, it’s a long

you too,

too, but basically I was

Where are you?"

Florida. You know my roommate Sophie and how she is, right? She demanded that we come here for spring break and she wouldn't take

Wait a minute.

just spent the last two hours on a flight over here, but she was also on a flight out to Florida? "So that’s why I haven’t been able to reach you, you were

I asked again.

I was gonna tell you, but it all happened so fast.Sophie found these cheap tickets and she bought it on the spot —

now?" I said again, still

we just landed like an hour ago.We're still in the airport trying to get a cab.There are so many