Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 84: Some Space 

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,"

poster on the wall behind

major, spend

something you could be

tilted my head to the

for third year students in the

Paris while taking classes

"Wow.This looks promising,"

I

University has an innovative and global outlook and is committed to long-term partnerships

capital of the United Arab Emirates, where students can study literature, languages, the humanities and the

came out of the program would earn invaluable work experiences as well as cultural knowledge and an edge in the

you should apply

saying what I was thinking

I...?"I was mainly

a really cool program, I would apply if I was a comms major.And

thing on my mind: this was a year long program

90 miles apart and we

would happen to us if we were thousands of miles

sighed and looked

"Why not?"

think it's stupid, but I don’t think my relationship can handle another mile in between us.We're having enough problems already, another year of long "It doesn't matter what I want

it doesn't!"he

it matters.So tell me, do

guess I do..."I

what we want and 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

"What?"

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

understand.And if you

guard.I didn’t expect

matter what I

it

matters.So tell me,

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

I breathed.

a series of

want and sometimes we sacrifice the little happiness for a bigger one

made a good argument, but Tristan just glared at

"What?"

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

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

totally caught off

expect that at

I took in everything that he

a small smile before releasing his

gaze away and coughed

said

in my ear and I turned my head back to that poster, thinking...should I? I had decided to

big decision and I

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

One, it would be a great opportunity for my future

I could

always wanted to go see

took French in high school, finally it could be

have different

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

was so

and damn near

see my family and friends for a whole year,

distance was rough on us and this might

get tired of me, and

those thoughts, but that

my fears and

this list for the past few weeks and I

Carrie for an emergency facetime meeting, but that

because her experiences backpacking around Europe for a year had taught her so much about life, more

it wasn't necessary for me to go

could pretty much do the same thing and still

look for other internships around Philly

with Tiff and Carrie confused me even more, so

on Tristan for his stable logic and honesty,

the apartment tonight, both Sophie and

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

on the couch in the living, I grabbed my laptop and started typing

pros and cons list to the email, I wrote to him: Hey,

the school newspaper, but I was hoping I could get your opinion on this pros and cons

about the Paris

to my friends and they were no help at

thinking I could use some of your wisdom, o great

Thanks, Tristan.

I'm counting on you.

Emma.

address

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