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By the time I entered the dim-lit classroom, my heart was already pounding loud and hard against my rib cage. I wanted to turn around and walk away from what could happen next, but I didn't. Instead, I continued to walk towards the middle of the room. He was already there; standing against his desk in front of the room with his arms across his chest. His gaze was focused on the carpeted floor, and seeing that my presence was still unknown to him, I took that moment to just look at him. His face didn't give away much, but his body language was enough. I don't need him to tell me anything because his body language is saying it all.

"Good morning," I said softly. His head jerked up, and for a second, our eyes met. His eyes were glossy when I looked at them, and from that one second, they were screaming at me with so much emotion. Then, I realized why he's being emotional. My brain wanted me to leave, but my heart says that everything that's about to happen has to happen.

"Krista…we need to talk," he said without leaving his spot. He looked at me with those sad blue eyes of his, and it made my heart sink.

"Sure," I said simply. I mean, why turn this into a big deal when it doesn't have to be?

"I don't—maybe we should—" he stammered, and I watched as he shifted from one foot to another. To make things easier for him, I decided to do the talking.

I took a deep breath before saying anything, and I looked at him once I opened my eyes. "Look, it's okay. It's not a big deal. I know how important your job is to you, and I don't want you to lose it because of me. We both knew that this was going to happen way before we even started anything; it was just a matter of time. What we had…it was fun while it lasted, and I'm very thankful that you gave me the chance to experience what we had," I calmly said even though my heart was aching inside me, but like I said, we knew that our relationship was not going to last forever. For one thing, he's ten years older than me, and second, he happens to be my English teacher. It was bound to happen, and I'm surprised that it didn't happen sooner; not that I wanted it to end because for the short time that we were together, I've come to realize that I love him. It's because of that that I'm willing to let him go. You know what people say, 'if you love someone, set them free; if they come back, they were always your, and if they don't, they never were.'

"I—Krista…" he started, but I wasn't listening.

"No, really, it's okay. Look on the bright side, we don't have to sneak around anymore," I said.

Nothing is going to be the same anymore, and I know that for a fact. I don't know if I'll be able to face him everyday for the rest of the school year, but I'm not switching teachers. That's one thing I will never do because if I do, then it would just show how weak I am. I can't let that happen. I want to show him that I'm strong, and that the end to our relationship is not affecting me even though it's practically tearing me apart.

"Yeah," he said just as the door opened revealing a very happy Alex Santoro, a student from my class.

"Yo, Mr. B, what's up?" Alex greeted him, and I chose that moment to take my seat in the very back of the room, where no one can see me unless they turned around.