Professor F

Chapter 71

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.

With 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 call her.

She cried on the back seat of the cab until they reached her destination. She stepped out of the car

after paying.

There were just a few passengers at the airport as she watched them, greeting their family and friends.

Others are waiting for their flights while on a video call.

She wiped her tears before getting inside the airport. She then heard the instrumental piece of Carol of

the Bells being played but then noticed the sound doesn't seem to just come out of the airport sound

system but also from inside the airport somewhere.

She noticed few passengers rushing to the lobby. Curious, she walked towards the same direction as

the music seem to be more interesting with it's unexpected arrangement and reminding her of a

particular musical instrument.

The crowd cheered and clapped their hands as the music piece ended with a happy female voice

wishing them a merry Christmas.

And there she stood behind the crowd while staring at the mini stage where Pierre stood, his face

looking so happy as he gently bows his head to the audience.

"Pierre—"

And as if whispering his name worked like magic, Pierre looked at her direction and reflected the same

surprised look on her face.

They stared at each other for a few minutes as the crowd dispersed. She saw Pierre talking to a young

boy who nodded at him and took his cello. Pierre then rushed to her as he takes off his red scarf.

August stood still as he puts the red scarf around her neck and smiled. "It's cold today."

It was. Now, it's warm. She thought while holding the scarf around her and Pierre's smile.

He looked worried as he holds her shoulders. "W—What's wrong?"

She didn't realize her tears until he wiped them with his thumb. She looked away and covered her face.

"I—I'm sorry. E—Excuse—"

He grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Why are you saying sorry? What happened?" His voice calm.

She looked away and bites her lips. He lets go of her hand and sighed gently. "I'm pretty 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 the benches, away from the crowd. "Wait here."

She nodded and holds the scarf around her neck. He came back after a couple of minutes and handed

her a cup of hot chocolate. "Here."

"T—Thanks."

He sits next to her and said. "Cry with me."

With that said, her tears filled her eyes. Pierre telling her that made her feel better, feeling so alone

during this time of the year when she usually spends it with her parents.

She bowed her head as her tears fell on her lap while Pierre was quietly sipping from his cup of

chocolate. Moments passed when a pair of black leather shoes stood in front of them and placed her

luggage on the side safely.

"Bonsoir Madame Peters—" She heard a familiar male voice. It's Hugo! "I've brought your luggage as

requested. Monsoir Ferguson arranged a flight back to Seattle." Hugo struggled to speak in English, he

handed her the ticket and passport.

Pierre sounded pissed after hearing what Hugo said. "The bastard—" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She pulled Pierre's coat to stop him from attacking Hugo. It's not Hugo's fault, he's just following

instructions.

"H—Happy Christmas!" Hugo greeted in hesitation as he takes his leave, looking a little worried for her.

Pierre then sits on her side while she wipes her tears. "Are you going to be okay?"

She nodded. "T—Thanks."

He took a deep breath and sighed. "May I see—" He reaches out to check her ticket and passport. Too

tired to think why, he lets him see them. "You still have four hours before your flight or—" Pierre leans

back on the chair.

She looked at him and saw him blushing as he looks away. "—you can stay and spend Christmas with

me and my family."

She blushed. "W—What? N—No. That would be—"

He smiled. "I can't leave you crying here, waiting for your flight. And I won't let you spend Christmas

like this." He stands up and carried her luggage. "Come on. Gail won't be here until New Year's!" He

grinned.

She wanted to complain but he started walking outside with her luggage. Come to think of it, her

parents are spending Christmas in Japan and she'd be alone in her apartment if she goes back. They'll

be back on New Year's evening and celebrate with her.

It hurts her to think about celebrating Christmas alone but it's more painful to think about the reason

why she's in that situation. Looking at Pierre, walking towards the gate, she found herself sighing softly.

She called his name as she walks beside him and he only gave her a side glance. "T—Thank you."

She told him.

He smiled shyly. "I'll make sure you'll forget about this color of Christmas.”