Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV :

 ----- Three Months Later -- -- -

 It was a new year, a new semester, and a new era.

As soon as winter break was over, I left New York City and got back into my college life reality.

This was the semester where I was supposed to declare a major.

After the past year, I had some inkling of what I wanted to major in, which was communications.

I had to thank Tristan for hooking me up with the ads department in the school newspaper, because that had a lot of impact on my decision.

So, I was back at school and immediately I got busy.

I had to make sure I've taken all the classes necessary for this major.

I also had to talk to some professors, deal with paperwork, and so on and so forth.

It was hectic, but I liked the chaos.

It helped me take my mind off of lan for a bit.

Things with lan were getting...too intense.

Some days were good, and some days I didn’t know if we were all right.

Ally was feeling a lot better now and they got right back to work.

I’ve heard that the gallery finally got the approval and financial injections it needed, and it was ready for launching.

He was busy and I was busy, but that was okay.

Because the more I had free time to think about our relationship, the more I would pick out things that were wrong with it.

I didn't wanna do that.

So our busy lives were actually a good thing.

Finally, we were getting some normalcy out here.

"Hey, E!"

Tristan's sudden loud yell pulled me out of my daydreaming.

I was walking mindlessly through the communications building.

I had just turned in some documents to the office when Tristan saw me passing by.

"Hey, T,"

I greeted him back as he sauntered over to me.

"So, it's official, huh? You're a communications major now?"

"Yup,"I nodded proudly.

"Starting next semester, I am no longer undeclared,"

"Feels good, huh?"

he said as we started walking for the door.

"Really good.I'm starting to see what my future will be like,"

"And what will it be like?"

"Hmm,"I smiled to myself as my mind wandered off.

"I wanna work for creative agencies or magazines.Maybe in New York City,"

I was imagining future Emma walking down the streets of NYC, she would dress professionally, but still look cute in it.

I would have a cool job and a lovely apartment that I share with my fiancée.

Yes, lan and I would be living together and our relationship would be back like it was before.

No more long distance drama.

We would be as strong as ever.

Oh, a girl can only dream.

"Hello? Earth to Emma?"

Tristan waved his hand carelessly in front of my face, pulling me back into reality again.

"What?"

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"What?"I repeated myself.

"Look,"

pointed to the poster on the

communications major, spend a year abroad in Paris for an internship and exchange

something you could

to the side and continued

ad for third year students in the communications

offering a program where we could intern for a creative company in Paris while taking classes at the famous Sorbonne University.It was a partnership thing that U Penn had with

"Wow.This looks promising,"

I kept on

innovative and global outlook and is committed to long-term partnerships with international universities to further

capital of the United Arab

would earn invaluable work experiences as well as

should

saying what I was thinking in my

I...?"I was mainly

program, I would apply if I was a comms major.And plus, it’s gonna help you

good points, but I had one thing on my mind: this was a year long program in

now, lan and I were only 90 miles apart and we were

happen to us if we were thousands of miles apart? "No,

and looked away from

"Why not?"

but I don’t think my relationship can handle another mile in between us.We're having enough problems already, another

hell it

tell me,

guess I

sometimes we sacrifice the little happiness for a bigger one in the future,"I thought I made a good argument, but Tristan just glared at me and scoffed, "Really,

"What?"

start thinking about yourself for a change.Or else you're gonna regret it," he said as he

he really loves, he'll understand.And if you two are really meant to be,

totally caught off guard.I didn’t expect

matter what I want

it doesn't!"he

course, it matters.So tell

"l..I guess I do..."

I breathed.

is a series of choices we

what we want and sometimes we sacrifice the little happiness for a

I made a good argument, but Tristan just glared

"What?"

thinking about yourself for a change.Or else you're gonna regret it,"he said as

he really loves, he'll understand.And if you two are really meant to be, you'll

was totally

didn’t expect

as I

a small smile before releasing his grip

his gaze away and coughed

said was

kept ringing in my ear and I turned my head back to that

big decision and I shouldn't be

cons list, the kind that I like to make whenever I was confused about

it would be a great

could

wanted to go

took French in high school, finally it could

have different experiences in

pretty set in stone and I liked the security aspect of it, but I also wanted to experience other

so freaking far

expensive and damn near impossible to travel back and

to see my family and friends for a

was rough on us and this might be the

and then he'll leave

I hated myself for thinking those thoughts, but that was the

my fears and

been sitting on this list for the past few weeks and I didn’t know what

up Tiff and Carrie for an emergency facetime meeting, but that

totally go to Paris because her experiences backpacking around Europe for a year had taught her so much about life, more than she

the other hand, thought it wasn't necessary for me

do the

other internships around Philly

confused me even more, so I did the

Tristan for his stable logic and honesty, so I decided to write

in the apartment tonight, both

newspaper lately, so it was hard finding the time to talk to him at

living, I grabbed my laptop and started typing

my pros and cons list to the email, I wrote to

you're busy with the school newspaper, but I was hoping I could get your opinion on this pros and

about the Paris

talked to my friends and they were no

thinking I could use some of your wisdom,

Thanks, Tristan.

I'm counting on you.

Emma.

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