Unfulfilled

It was suddenly cold, colder than I had imagined. I snuggled deeper into the blanket while curling myself into a ball. I desperately wished for the air conditioner to be switched off. As if reading my mind, the Professor strode towards the switchboard and turned it off.

‘How considerate of him,’ I silently thought. Professor Kim was a stoic man of few words. He was not playful or mischievous but rather an elegant man of dignity. His beauty was peerless, even though he seldom smiled. My mind strode off into a dream world where we were together, the Professor and I.

‘It is enough now. I have to finally confess to him,’ I promised myself, determined to pursue my first true love. Alas, if only I had not seen him stroke her cheeks, smiling ever so lovingly at her.