The look on your face last night really killed me.

I've never felt so guilty towards a student before, but this month I feel it twice. Two weeks ago, her words stung as she left the classroom - "Even if I have a real reason, you will also never understand." OUCH.

Then last night. Your sheepish, almost-tearing expression under the dim flourescent lamp. Squinting your eyes again like when we first met, which you fought so hard to overcome for the past months. OUCH.

But I believe I did what I have to do. I can only hope that you will also do what you need to do.