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A young man sat across from him, fingering his tea cup, and looking around his small office. The boy's eyes landed on a photograph sitting on a coffee table.
"She's pretty." Neal spoke, sipping his tea, and motioning towards the photograph.
Professor John Keating smiled, "She's also in London. Makes it a little difficult."
There was a somewhat uncomfortable silence before Neil spoke again. "How can you stand it?"
Keating sat, and looked at the student in front of him, "Stand what?"
Neil stood, feeling a rush of emotion, "You can go anywhere. You can do anything. How can you stand being here?"
The teacher felt a pang in his heart, and he looked to the photograph. "'Cause I love teaching." He spoke, maybe reassuring himself more than Neil, "I don't wanna be anywhere else." Came the difficult fact.
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His men had given their Captain a most honorable farewell, and John Keating couldn't have asked for anything more touching. The way Todd had taken the front on giving thanks, and over rided anything Nolan said, made Keating as grateful as could be.
He walked down the deserted hallway with his recently fetched possessions, and pushed the golden bar on the heavy wooden door to the stairs outside the trophy hall. He walked down the steps slowly, and looked up at the view of the trophy case where his first lesson with the boys had taken place. His breath slowed, and his eyes closed half way as he recalled the day he d met Todd, Pitts, Meeks, Charlie, and Neil. He sighed, and placed his free hand on the case, squeezing his eyes shut begging his eyes to stay dry.
"Hello John."
He heard a voice speak from the outside doors. Keating turned slowly, his posture showing the puzzlement he had. He turned, catching sight of her, and his eyes grew as wide as saucers.
"Maggie." He breathed.
A/N:
Very, very short...but I thought it was cute :]
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