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,"

to the poster on the wall behind

my head around and read the heading: Calling all communications major, spend a year abroad in Paris for an

that it looks like something you

to the side and

third year

Paris while taking classes at the famous

"Wow.This looks promising,"

I

committed to long-term

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

think you should

was saying what I was

I...?"I was

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

of good points, but I had one thing on my mind: this was

90

thousands of miles apart? "No, I

and looked away from

"Why not?"

relationship can handle another mile in between us.We're having enough problems already, another year of long "It doesn't matter what I

it

course, it matters.So tell me, do you

I

life is a series of choices we make, Tristan.We don't always get what we want and sometimes we sacrifice the little happiness for a bigger one in the

"What?"

worrying about other people and start thinking about yourself for a change.Or else you're gonna

makes you happy.If he really loves, he'll understand.And if you two are really meant to be, you'll be together no matter

off guard.I

doesn't matter what I

hell it doesn't!"he

matters.So tell me, do you want

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

I breathed.

series of choices we make,

get what we want and sometimes we sacrifice the little happiness

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 put his hands on my

happy.If he really loves, he'll understand.And if you two are really meant

was totally

expect that at

as I took

small smile before releasing his

his gaze away and

he said

to that poster, thinking...should I? I had decided to give

big decision and I shouldn't

and cons list, the kind that

it would be a great opportunity

could travel

always wanted to go see

took French in high school,

I wanted to have different

I liked the security aspect of it, but I also wanted to

was so freaking

and damn near impossible to

probably wouldn't be able to see my family and friends

us and this might be the nail on the

and then he'll leave me

I hated myself for thinking those thoughts,

my fears

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

and Carrie for an emergency facetime meeting,

backpacking around Europe for a year had taught her so much about life, more than she could ever

other hand, thought it wasn't necessary for me to go to Paris to

much do the same thing and still be

could look for other internships around Philly

with Tiff and Carrie confused me even more, so I did the

knew I could count on Tristan for his stable logic and honesty, so I decided to write him an

alone in the apartment tonight, both

newspaper lately, so it was

the living, I grabbed my laptop and started typing

to

I was hoping I

the

friends and

thinking I could use some

Thanks, Tristan.

I'm counting on you.

Emma.

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