There were a lot of secrets hidden behind the tall, resplendent castle-like academia 'Edify University'. From hushed whispers about a girl gone missing, whose possible death might be under the ceiling of her hostel room to shared forbidden kisses- t...
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THE MORNING bells started to ring violently in the dark hallways, forcing Talia to wake up with a jolt, scrambling her pristine, ironed white sheets. She yawned, stretching her slightly aching limbs before getting up and watching her reflection in the gold rimmed mirror— her fingertips twirling the messy black strands of her hair.
There was something so enchanting about walking through the dark gothic room that was darkly beautiful. After opening the thick curtains, the early morning light illuminated Talia's chocolate-like skin, giving it a honey glazed look.
She took a deep breath while mentally preparing herself for the new lifestyle that ensued within the hostel, quickly looking for some formal suit and skirt before going to the attached bathroom. Moments flashed by as she washed away her fears, thinking about her mother's illicit affairs—causing her father and her to be on the brink of separation, a decision that would shatter her happy family into pieces.
It was rather difficult to go about ignoring the problems in her family but her parents were kind enough to make sure that none of that would affect Talia's education. They were in denial to let her majoring in anything related to art since they wanted her to become a doctor or a scientist, for their belief on art was nothing sort of otherworldly or useful.
Talia was set on changing the world through art and literature, the beauty of human emotions being encapsulated in mere small sentences or swirls of paint just made her fall in love with it. Her trail of thinking kept spiralling from her childhood friends who were currently in a science academy, moving onto her shattering family before thinking about Mister Styles.
She wondered what his first name was, what was his likes and dislikes when it came to art, food or— rather anything.
Was it weird to think about someone so dignified in that manner, being so hell bent on trying to unravel all the little thoughts swirling inside their head? Maybe, yes. Maybe, no.
Alas, her time frame was limited when the clock struck 8am, so she scrambled up into her clothes after cleaning herself properly; trying to tame her curls aggressively with a comb before zipping past the door with her books.
As soon as she got outside, she was greeted by Lyra walking around with a cigarette blunt that rested between her lips, her intense eyes catching ahold of hers.
"We are going to be late. Breakfast can wait so let us leave." She said quickly, grabbing ahold of Talia's hand before pulling her in the direction of the stairs while she inhaled intoxicating smoke.
"It is only eight—why are you smoking?" Talia asked as she fixed her leather satchel inside her coat, her eyes fixated on the paintings adorning the dark walls.
