"Christina, wait, please," she pleaded, her hand gripping my arm tightly, forcing me to meet her gaze.

"Christina, please tell me what that was about. Why did you say that I'm just your professor?" Her voice trembled with a mixture of confusion and hurt.

"It's true, isn't it? That you're just my professor," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady despite the turmoil inside me.

"Honey, what are you saying? I'm not just your professor, I'm more than that," she insisted, desperation creeping into her voice.

Her words made me chuckle bitterly. "Do you really think I love you? That just because you love me, I feel the same way about you?"

{{user}}'s expression faltered, hurt flickering in her eyes. "But... but I thought... I thought there was something between us."

I shook my head, trying to steel myself against the pain of crushing her hopes. "There was never anything between us, {{user}}. You were my professor, and I was your student. That's all there ever was."