Professor F

Chapter 42

August buried her face on Flynn’s wide chest as she tightened her arms around him.

If he's so willing to give up his profession for me, I think I'd have to be willing to make a sacrifice, too.

She feels numb right now. She doesn't care anymore. It was only a few months from that day she had

this scholarship, from that day she worked at the cafe and from that day she started her classes in

Pearsons University. But maybe it's not really for her. She can go back to their hometown and just like

her parents, she would attend the same university they've attended.

I can give up on my dreams for this man. For Flynn, I would.

She gathered all her strength and sighed softly. She's ready to face her fears. She's ready to give up

on that dream for love. Her parents were right. It's not easy. But like her mother told her, fall in love,

make mistakes and so on.

She smiled inside. This is the most beautiful mistake. How can I be so happy when it's wrong? Hugging

him in front of this people and the possibility of losing our dreams forever.

She sniffed before talking. "I don't want to see you sad, I don't want to be the cause of your loneliness. I

worked hard for the scholarship—yes that's a fact. This university is so precious to me but—" She

paused. "You're more precious than anything else. I'll drop my subjects and leave for home. Mom and

Dad would surely be happy, you know. They always wanted me to go to their Alma Mater 'cause

Pearsons U is so far from home." She forced a soft chuckle as she felt his body tenses.

"I love you, Flynn. More than anything else." She whispered as she slowly pulled away and looked up

but he cupped her face in his hands with her cheeks wet in tears.

"Don't go." He captured her mouth in a soft gentle kiss and her eyes widened in surprise. She could

hear people around them gasping, followed by a buzz, murmuring and some even taking photos of

them kissing.

He lets her go. His eyes and his hand started shaking. His breathing weak as he holds his temple and

she suddenly felt worried for him when she saw him looking pale. "Flynn. Are you alright?"

He didn't answer. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the crowd.

She was following him as he was walking, still holding her hand. He raised his hand and hailed a cab.

But even before he could open the door for them to get in, he passed out on the street and she was on

her knees, trembling and in panic of what she needs to do.

"Flynn! Flynn!" She called for help and people—few male students came to her and helped her carry

Flynn inside the cab to go to the nearest hospital.

She sat inside the cab with Flynn's head resting on her lap. Her tears won't stop. She holds his hand in

hers, still worried. "Flynn..."

"Don't leave me. Please." He whispered as his hand weakly holds hers.

They were at the hospital's private room. The doctor at the emergency said Flynn's going to be alright

but he required him to be admitted so they can monitor him closely. It's a possible anxiety attack but

they still have to wait for the test results to make sure it's nothing serious.

She's seated on a chair beside Flynn's hospital bed, patiently waiting for him to gain consciousness.

She called Father Philips earlier and said he'll be on his way.

She took a deep breath and sighed gently. Her thoughts lingered at that moment he said those words

about the loneliness in his heart.

She thought they'll be alright. She thought it'll work out just fine. She thought it'll last until forever. But

no secret can be kept for long especially if they're both emotionally involved or in love.

She feels guilty, for everything. For allowing them to reach this point. She closed her fists on her lap as

she tried to stop her tears from falling again.

I had a choice to avoid him, to reject him, or to stop but he was very persistent and... so easy to love.

That despite him being secretive and reserved, that despite I lack things I know about him, and despite

the fact that we can't be seen in public as a normal couple, I still chose to love him—not realizing he'll

be that sad because he's unable to do things he wanted with me. I caused him that loneliness. It's my

fault. I guess if I stop now, while it's still just a few months, it's not that hard for him to forget about me.

But how can I be sure that it'll be easy for him when he's like this after I said I'd leave?

And am I really gonna get through all this just like that?

I think not. I told him I'd leave but I'm still here waiting for him to wake up. I know I decided to stop but I

can't. I love this man. He showed me his vulnerable side, I can't just leave him now. Not like this,

especially. We'll get through this. Together. No matter what.

She heard someone knocked on the door, the nurse came in to check on Flynn.

She forced a smile as she watched her walk towards them.

"You look tired and cold, Ma'am. Would you like me to get you an extra blanket?" The nurse asked

smiling.

She smiled. "A—Actually, can you stay with him for a moment? I'll just grab a cup of coffee."

"Sure." The nurse agreed.

She gets her purse and went to the hospital pantry where stalls and restaurants are located including

Starbucks where she bought a cup of brewed coffee. There was a long line so it took her almost twenty

minutes to get back.

She was about to turn from the hallway going to Flynn's room when she heard a familiar voice. She

stood by the wall and hides herself from their vision, she saw Stella looking upset while talking.

Why is she here? How'd she know? I don't remember calling her.

"You have the nerve to show up here." Stella blurted, controlling the volume of her voice.

"I heard from the students dining at the restaurant about Flynn passing out." The other woman

explained.

She tried to get a good look on her face and she remembered her! She was the guest chef at the

restaurant!

Was it Phoebe? This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I was worried. I know—" She looked worried, guilt was painted all over her face. "I just feel like I had to

be here. For him. At least to make it up to him. After the accident."

What accident?