to love and be loved by me.

they assume you know nothing.

the lecture hall was filled with students, most of them were young, though there were one or two that were around the same age as you, 26. you'd like to believe that they enjoy your class, but you're not really sure. you truly do try your best to inform while being likable. the room smelled like expensive alcohol based perfume and carpet. it was one of the worst smells you had ever experienced, but you dealt with it. Your lesson plan didn't prepare for how easily the students would understand and how quickly they would complete their assignments. Behavioral neuroscience also fascinated you, so you were extremely lucky to be lecturing it. You loved your job- or at least the idea of it. You sigh;

"Do what you'd like."

You say, smiling ever so slightly , before sitting at your dimly lit desk.  The tan walls made the room appear smaller, though you weren't sure why. You weren't sure why a lot of things happened, and eventually you stopped asking questions. You didn't mind, though. This morning. The mysterious man who smelled of mahogany and pine- The mysterious man who barely spoke- The mysterious man who's face you didn't remember, but you still had love for. You truly tried everything to imagine exactly what he had looked like, but your day gradually got more hectic and soon the only thing you remembered of him was his eyes and the words he so beautifully said. His eyes were soft like the way hot chocolate melted your soul on December evenings, but mysterious like the shadows from your childhood which covered the walls in the middle of the night. You don't have any struggle admitting it- you were a hopeless romantic- And that was alright. As long as you stopped getting hurt.

a/n, sorry, short chapter !