Professor F

August cried harder when Flynn was down on his knees holding her cold hands. "N—No. Please don't do this. We can talk about it. Hear me out."

She pulls her hand away as he shakes his hand while crying silently. He sniffed hard. "L—Let me at least fly back with you—"

"No. I don't want to be with you now."

He was quiet for a moment before he stands on his feet. She was waiting for him to leave but he reached for her right hand and puts a small gift box wrapped in Christmas colors red, green and yellow.

"Merry Christmas, August. I love you.”

The Big Ben chimes in the cold night while people are celebrating Christmas Eve. Few people walking on the streets greeted each other happily while she stood there in front of Flynn with her heart breaking to pieces.

It felt like a spell has been broken as the sound resonates in her ears. Like the old fairytale story of Cinderella when the magic stopped at midnight. The Big Ben chimes for the last time and she knew it's over between them.

She heard him cleared his throat and sniffed almost quietly. "I'll get your things and bring it to the airport." He paused, looking a little lost and confused. "L—Let me get you a cab going to the airport first." He stepped towards the pavement and hailed a cab for her.

Augustine's tears won't stop flowing as her hand shakes holding the small gift box that Flynn gave to her. She bites her lower lips to suppress her cry.

She tightened her hand around the small gift box. She can't accept this. She turned and saw Flynn talking to the cab driver as he opened the door for her.

She walked towards the cab and gave the small gift box back without looking at him. She waited for him to take it.

The cab driver honked and asked if she's riding or not. Flynn apologized to the driver before he took a deep breath and takes the box from her hand. She then went inside the cab, still not looking at him even after he closes the door for her.

tears flowing on her cheeks, the cab leaves the park and heads to the airport. She wanted to call her parents but she can't even stop herself from crying. And if she'd send them a message, they might even try to

they reached her destination. She stepped

as she watched them, greeting their family and friends. Others are waiting for their flights

She then heard the instrumental piece of Carol of the Bells being played but then

music seem to be more interesting with it's unexpected arrangement and reminding

music piece ended with a happy female voice wishing

where Pierre stood, his face looking so happy as he gently bows his

"Pierre—"

like magic, Pierre looked at her direction and reflected the

Pierre talking to a young boy who nodded at him and took his cello. Pierre then rushed to her as he takes off

the red scarf

warm. She thought while holding the scarf around

looked worried as he holds her shoulders.

didn't realize her tears until he wiped them with his

are you saying sorry?

sure you're not a lost kid." He tried to lighten the mood as he lets go of her and scratched the back of his head. "Oh—are you with—" He stopped when she held her breath. "I won't let you spend Christmas crying and alone." He guides her to one of

scarf around her neck. He came back after a couple of minutes and handed her a cup

"T—Thanks."

her and said. "Cry

her feel better, feeling so alone during this time of

cup of chocolate. Moments passed when a pair of black leather shoes stood in front of them