Medicine was not just science. Surgery was not just a scalpel. Being a doctor had a million colours, all intertwined mixing into an extraordinary shade of grey that was impossible to decipher.

To her, he was God. He was powerful, he was right, he was extraordinary and he wanted to teach her. From the very first moment, he taught her everything. How to be a tolerable girlfriend, and an enthusiastic fiancée. How to be a great doctor and an excellent surgeon. He taught her how to be just. Like. Him.

Except for one part. The most important part. He never taught her how to pass it on. It was power and she was suffocating in it.

Music was blasting into her ears, although she couldn't tell you what the song was. She was more interested in how she was teaching. She barked a few words of advice and pretended like she didn't care. But she noticed the smile forming on her learner's face and felt one forming on her own.

She was teaching. She didn't need him anymore. She had been holding on forever, just so that she could learn more.

Maybe, she thought, maybe he didn't teach her anything at all. Maybe she learnt it all by herself.