Depraved Professor

Chapter 13: "Preparing for Graduation"

The days are flying fast, and now the prom is approaching. I'll have to choose a dress, do my hair and make-up — and prepare for the most important evening of my university life. But deep down, I understand that this graduation is not just the end of my studies, it is a milestone that I will cross and start a new life.

I spend long hours shopping for dresses. I want to choose something special that will emphasize my femininity and at the same time reflect the new Emily that I have become.

One day, while trying on another dress, I catch my reflection in the mirror and freeze. This dress-a dark blue one with a low neckline and a flowing skirt — looks like it was made for me. It highlights my strengths and gives me confidence.

This is it, I think, looking at myself in the mirror.

When I get home, I share my thoughts with David.

— I found a prom dress. It's just magical!

David looks at me admiringly.

— You'll be the prettiest girl at the prom." I'm sure of it.

His words make my heart beat faster. I can feel the warmth spreading inside me.

Over the next few days, I'm getting more and more involved in training. David and I discuss how the evening will go, and I find myself looking forward to it. But at the same time, there is a slight sadness in my soul — after all, Oxford is not just a university for me, it is a place where I experienced a variety of feelings, where I encountered difficulties and found my love.

One evening, when David and I are alone, I say, " I don't know.

- You know, graduation is not only a joy, but also a sadness. I will miss Oxford, these walls, those times...

David takes my hand gently.

— But you don't forget that we have a new life ahead of us, new horizons. Oxford will remain in our memories, and the future will depend on us.

I nod, feeling his words reassure me. But deep down, I know he's right — it's time to move forward.

On the day of the dress fitting, I get lost in my thoughts again. Standing in front of the mirror, I imagine what I'll look like at prom, how I'll dance in David's arms, how I'll look into his eyes and feel his warmth.

These thoughts excite me, make my heart beat faster. I understand that graduation is not just the end of school, it is the beginning of something new, bright and beautiful.

But at the same time, I know that the scars of the past will always remain in my soul, memories of the fight with Harris, about breaking up with Sarah. Nevertheless, I am ready to go forward, holding David's hand, towards our common future.

Prom night is already on the horizon, and I can feel joy and sadness, excitement and anticipation warring in me. But one thing I know for sure: with David by my side, I'm ready for anything.

In the days leading up to graduation, my thoughts often drift back to the past. I think back to my years at Oxford — both the bright moments and the ones that left scars in my soul. Conflict with Harris, breakup with Sarah, first meetings with David… All of this seems both far away and incredibly close.

As I sit in my room and stare out the window, I'm lost in my memories. Scenes come to mind: Harris's insistent s****l insinuations and threats, nights spent without sleep due to moral dilemmas, intimate moments with David that gave me the strength to keep fighting.

Can I ever forget all this? I wonder. Fears and hopes are intertwined in my mind, haunting me. I'm afraid of what lies ahead, but at the same time I'm full of hope for a happy future with David.

One evening, when David gets home, I decide to share my feelings:

"Sometimes I think the past will never leave me alone," I say, looking into his eyes. "These memories… they are like shadows that follow me everywhere.

David sits down next to me and takes my hand in his.

— Your memories are a part of you, Emily. They made you what you are now. Strong, determined, able to withstand any difficulties.

I sigh.

— But sometimes I think those scars are too deep." That I could never fully heal.

He pats my hand gently.

— You're stronger than you think. And you have me — a person who will always be there for you and support you.

His words comfort me a little, but deep down I know that the road to healing will be long.

One day I lock myself in my room and start sorting through old things — notebooks, letters, photographs. Every object carries a memory, every memory a pain or a joy. I remember the most vivid intimate episodes, and my heart sinks from a mixture of feelings: shame, pride, love and sadness.

The memory of my fight with Harris still sends me into a storm of emotions. I think about how far I've come, what decisions I've made, and I wonder, "Was it worth it?" but then I remember the look in David's eyes, his words of love and support, and I realize that yes, it was worth it.

Yet the shadow of the past still looms on the horizon. I know that I still have a lot of internal battles ahead of me before I can fully accept myself and my past. But with David by my side, I feel stronger and more confident. I am ready to move forward, to meet a new stage in my life, but at the same time I understand that a part of me will always remain in Oxford — in these walls, in these memories, in this struggle.

When I share my thoughts with David, he looks at me fondly and says:

— Together, we will overcome whatever lies ahead. You're not alone, Emily.

His words give me hope and strength to move on. And yet, deep down, I know that the path to full healing and acceptance of myself will be long and difficult.

But I'm ready for this path. I am ready to put my fears behind me and open my heart to new happiness. After all, next to me is a person who loves me and is ready to support me at any time.

The days leading up to graduation drag on slowly, and these days I'm increasingly lost in flashbacks. Images of the past come back to me again and again: my first days at Oxford, my meetings with Harris, our conflicts, our tears, our fears, and our moments of weakness. And along with this-bright flashes of happiness, moments of intimacy with David, his support and love.

Sitting in my room, I close my eyes and seem to relive the days when I collected evidence against Harris. How afraid, how doubtful, but still going forward. How David was there for me, supported me, gave me the strength to continue fighting.

"Maybe it was all for nothing? "I think sometimes. "Was it worth the sacrifice?" But then I remember Harris's humiliating insinuations and threats, and I realize: no, I did everything right.

Nevertheless, there is fear in the soul: what lies ahead for me? Can I build a happy life with David? Will new challenges destroy us?

One evening, when David comes to see me, I decide to share my feelings:

"You know, I keep remembering the past," I say, looking into his eyes. — All those conflicts, the fight with Harris… And I know I'm still afraid. I'm afraid that everything may collapse.

David sits down next to me and takes my hand.

— Are you afraid of the future?"

"Yes," I admit. — I'm afraid that our feelings will fade, that we will lose what we have.

He kisses me gently on the forehead.

— We've been through so much together, and it's only strengthened our love. I promise you: I will always be there for you, I will support you and love you.

His words calm me down a little, but deep down I know that fears are not so easy to overcome. They live in me like the scars of old wounds.

I remember the most vivid intimate episodes with David — they are like flashes of light in the dark, giving hope and strength. I remember his touch, his whispers, our moments of intimacy that gave me the strength to keep fighting.

But with the memories of happiness come others — the pain, the loss of my friendship with Sarah, how far I'd come in my confrontation with Harris.

I understand that the past is a part of me that you can't just get rid of. But I also know that I want to move forward, build a future with David. And let the fears live in my soul, I am ready to fight them for the sake of our happiness.

When David leaves, I'm alone with my thoughts. I look out the window at the sunset and think about what lies ahead. Fears and hopes are intertwined in my mind, but one thing I know for sure: with David by my side, I can overcome everything.

And yet, deep down, there is an anxiety: what if I'm wrong? What if the future brings new challenges that we can't pass?

But I push those thoughts away. Right now, I want to live in the present, cherish every moment I spend with David, and believe in a better future.