She thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but.
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Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing wi...
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"Maybe it's cause I got a little bit older, maybe its all that I've been through.....I don't say a word, but still you take my breath and steal the things I know.." - Fire on fire (Sam Smith)
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I have a feeling I will be using this song a lot in the upcoming chapters..it is just that apt for our Dark Scientist. And if you're a multitasker like me, a little piece of advice : listen to the song while reading the chapter. I swear I wrote this whole chapter while this song was on repeat.
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A B R A H A M
SHE is beautiful. So delicately beautiful. So innocently beautiful. So gracefully beautiful. SoExquisitely beautiful.
And the fact that she isn't aware of it at all...
Why didn't I notice her the past three years? How did I manage to not notice her?
I was well aware of her existence of course, I had no other choice not to. But it was just that. I never noticed her any differently. Most of the days she would just be that quiet girl at the back of the class who never questions. And other days she would be invisible.
What changed today?
She has been the same since I knew her. She would sit at the back in one corner of the classroom, hidden behind the ones infront. Well, the bundle of clothes that she'd wrap herself up in everyday, did that already. She didn't need to hide behind the front benchers to be hidden. Adding to that her lack of speaking in class, clearly screams 'I-DON'T-WANT-TO-BE-NOTICED'. In the past three years, I have never, not even once seen her speak to another in class.
What bothers me is, I notice all this..and more, about this one particular student of mine. Only.
Her amber orbs brightens every single time I state something new. When I explain, pacing the room back and forth, her undivided attention would solely be on me... I mean my words. And I feel like a King then.
Today as I lectured on Matter Creation to the first years, once again my eyes, as if with a mind of its own lingered back to the last bench at the raven haired beauty with pale skin.
She was quietly taking notes and occasionally looked up at me. A rogue strand of hair had escaped from her braid and was resting on her pale cheeks. My hand itched to tuck it behind her ears..to feel the soft strand myself.
As if on cue she tucked it behind herself, clearly unaware of me watching.
And after that her fingers repeatedly went up to tuck that lone, quite stubborn strand of hair behind her ear. And out of all the other fifteen students in the class my eyes kept going back to notice that small gesture of that particular student.
