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Un·as·sail·a·ble
Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated.
If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were some...
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I sighed as I stared at my half empty suitcase. I had been trying to pack clothes for the past hour, but failed tremendously, since I didn't know what to bring to Germany.
I knew they were at the end of autumn, so it was going to be pretty cold.
I had winter clothes, that wasn't the problem. It was the fact that he was going to be there throughout the whole week and suddenly all my clothes seemed to be old and worn out.
It had been a whole week since our incident in his office. We hadn't spoken a word about it. He didn't acknowledge my existence except from last Friday, when he texted me to say he couldn't do our routine hospital thing because he had some 'personal matters' to take care of.
It was now Monday and I had to be at the airport in less than twelve hours.
Maybe he had regretted what happened. After all, he was my professor, so any type of unprofessional contact was something completely immoral.
I still remembered how I felt when I left his office. My mind was so dizzy I could even feel electricity running from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Like I had been given some kind of electroshock.
It wasn't until I had arrived home and Kate had asked me what in heaven was wrong, that I realized what a stupid thing I had done.
