“…and that’s why the judge must…” she trailed off, as she looked at the window of the classroom. He was there, standing, wet, and he looked like he needed her.
An odd feeling…being needed.
“Um…I think I’ll let class out today twenty minutes early, if you don’t mind,” she said, as she checked her watch. “You all look tired anyway. We’ve covered a lot of work today. By next week, I want you to read through the next two chapters, and we’ll discuss more. Class dismissed.”
The students all sighed with relief, as they stood up, and packed up their things. She answered all last questions, and walked to Yul, who now had come in.
He stood there, hair rumple from travel, and a slight five o’ clock shadow, but nevertheless there. He immediately took her into his arms, and he kissed her, thoroughly, at first hungrily, then gently. She wound her arms around him, taking him into her embrace, showing that she sincerely missed him.
He liked the feeling. A lot.
So did she. A blush crept into her cheeks as she realized what she had just done…but it was excusable, right? What else did a fiancee do when she saw her fiancee for the first time in two weeks? Never mind the fact that they weren’t really getting married.
“Yul, what are you doing here?” she whispered against his warm chest, as he held her, bound tightly in his arms. She felt his heat through the many layers of clothing she wore.
It had taken a lot to get him there. He had gone out of an operation when the patient died anyway, and it hurt more than anything. It happened, and the chances for success were slim to none. Standing in the empty corridor, having nurses and surgical assistants tell him that it wasn’t his fault, got to him. He didn’t need them there. He only needed Tiffany, because Tiffany would know how to comfort him. Tiffany knew everything. He needed her. He loved her.
“I needed to see you, I guess,” he said calmly. She started to back out of his embrace, looking at him carefully. He didn’t want to scare her away. The look in her eyes was one of fright and bewilderment. It stated to come to him. He didn’t want her like this. Her wanted her to be relaxed with him.
“Come on, let’s go back to my place…” she said, as she got her coat and umbrella.
The walked through the rain in silence, but he found immense comfort in holding her hand…immense warmth. they arrived, and Tiffany turned to him, and softly smiled, waveringly.
Tiffany bit her lip. “Why don’t you come in and sit down?” she looked up at him.
She was a vision. The raindrops were playing like clear pearls in her tendrils, and her eyes glittered with a small happiness and fondness. Her cheeks, which were lightly coated with a sheen of rain, glimmered lightly.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” he said, as he followed her in. She went inside, and grabbed a flannel blanket, and draped it across his shoulders. “You’re all wet. You must be so cold!” she said, softly.
“Well, not anymore,” as he caught her arm, and twisted her into his arms again, holding her warmly.
She backed away, after sharing a few minutes of warmth, and cleared her throat. “What’s wrong, Yul?”
“It was an operation…and the patient didn’t live. He wasn’t supposed to, but…”
“Yul, you know those things aren’t your fault…” she said, as she caressed his face lightly, looking softly into his eyes. “You can’t play God, and as much as you’d like to believe you can save everyone, there are some…” she trailed off. “We’ve had this conversation enough times for you to know what I’ll say, so we’ll just sit here for a while, while you gather your thoughts, all right?” she said, as she sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
