I'm Dating My Cold Professor

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Change

I took a long breath after he said that. I just couldn't believe him. He looked at me with a pain expression. I couldn't bare it so I looked away. I don't even know what to say. I just couldn't breathe normally. I couldn't believe any of this. Tears are forming in my eyes. I fight for my tears to not let it flow. I fought so hard.

And then, I heard his footsteps away from where I'm sitting. He left. He left again. That's when I couldn't handle my tears anymore. I let it flow. I wipe my tears harshly.

He left again after he said those things. He wanted to forget me.

"We wouldn't stand a chance." He said.

The Gray I knew before wouldn't leave me like this. The Gray I loved before wouldn't walk out on me. The Gray I knew wouldn't let me cry in the middle of the night alone by the beach.

And then I thought, the Gray Fullbuster I know before doesn't exist anymore. He's no longer the boyfriend that I have. And I really don't own him fully. He's cold before but I know he's gentle. But now, he's colder. He truly changed a lot.

Maybe I did too. I don't know.

Then I thought of things, like what he acted earlier, what he said earlier. I frowned, rest my head on my arms, still in my sitting position. But why would he say things like that. That he couldn't get enough of me. That it's like he still has feelings for me. How cruel he is!

I wipe my face with my hands. I just don't want to cry anymore. This frustration is killing me. I'm so mad at him. I'm so tired of asking myself all these unanswerable questions. I'm so tired of thinking and regretting the years that I've lost him. The time that I didn't fight. I'm so tired to think all these things.

I stayed there, feeling the cold breeze in a cold night. I'm such a mess. And I don't want to be like that anymore.

We wouldn't stand a chance.

That's my sign. I shouldn't have waited for him to say that. I should have made a move years ago. We wouldn't stand a chance. I stood up. I wiped my tears so they wouldn't notice that I cried. I went inside and told everyone, even Gajeel, that I'm going home.

I don't know if they saw me with Gray or if they saw whatever between us. They just nodded at me. I'm glad they didn't ask any more questions.

I went home then straight to my bed, face flat on the mattress. Thinking that I shouldn't think of what happened tonight because just like he said, "we wouldn't stand a chance."

I woke up with a heavy feeling. I don't like it but I will endure it. It's like what happened before. It's happening again but the burden is heavier. I need to move forward. Things have already changed and I have to accept that. If I can't, I wouldn't stand a chance in this kind of change.

I went to my class. The same routine I was doing as always. I know I'm going to meet him here. That's for sure. I encourage myself with every will that I have to be strong. To move forward because that's what I've been doing for these past years. Gajeel is right. I can't be broke just because he's here, again.

"Prof. Vasqueaz is on leave." I heard my classmate said when I sat on my seat.

"Oh, why? Is he sick?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. But the faculty staff said he's away from home with his family."

I nodded. Then, I'm sure we'll have a substitute professor. I arrange my notes to prepare for this class. but maybe I wouldn't need this anymore. It's a Math class. The last math for this year.