AN:
This chapter is dedicated to @Cosmic_nightmare for those hard times studying we talked about 💜
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Her first person pov:
My fingers halt just before I can fully turn the page and tighten on the thin paper as my eyes lift slightly over the top of my book to stare at nothing. Sighing defeatedly when I wrack my brain and find no recollection or memory of a single word that I just read, I use my thumb to flip the page back over to read it again.
This is the fifth time tonight I've had to go back and immediately reread a page, and though the reading light shines a perfectly clear glow over the entire book, my eyes strain to capture the words and store them in my head for tomorrow's exam.
Using the back of my hand, I rub my aching eyes before shaking my head and turning back to the doomed page of information that I keep failing to learn. But I suppose I must have burned out hours ago.
I don't even look at the time. I know it must be past midnight and that's enough to tell me that I shouldn't be up this late studying in the library when I have a test tomorrow without actually looking at a clock and having my guilt and shame be laminated.
Biology was never my thing, but my brain seems to be failing me altogether as I try to read the dense content of my neuroscience book. Oh the Irony.
I stop again when finishing a paragraph and desperately try to summarize in my head what I've just read and after a good thirty seconds of blankly staring at the dark wooden floor of my University's library, I let out a hopeless whine and drop my head onto the hard pages of my book.
This isn't working.
I stay hunched over in my chair with my head in my book for another few pitiful moments before pulling myself upright again and closing the heavy book with a weighted thud.
Blowing out a weak breath through my chapped lips, I place the book on the table beside me, haul myself to my feet for the first time in what must be hours, and walk near silently across the room to the towering shelves of books.
Now without the light of my reading lamp, I slip into the shadows of the great room and continue my way deeper into the dark till I get to a corner in the back where the novels are kept. Sighing in disappointment at myself, I reach for the one I didn't get to finish before, and shamefully walk back to my seat.
I plop back down into the cushiony chair, and flip the much lighter book open to the page I'm looking for, but place my hand on the pages and look up into the room again before reading.
Really, I should just go back to bed. I woke up again only an hour or two after I fell asleep, and felt the urge to go to the library and read. I assumed it was because of my final coming up and a need to study, but when I went to read my textbook, I just couldn't concentrate on anything that was before me.
Look at yourself. I mentally scold myself. Go back to studying or go back to bed. You shouldn't be up this late just to read romance novels! You have a test tomorrow and you'll fail if you're too tired from staying up all night.
My hand runs down the spine of the soft-cover book in my lap, and I find my head tilting down as my eyes stare longingly at the beautiful cover.
YOU ARE READING
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