song: the weeknd - scared to live
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The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as I reluctantly peel myself from the warmth of my bed. It's the first day after spring break, and the early hour feels particularly cruel.
My mind, however, is far from rested. Instead, it's consumed by the events of the past few days, the memories of Kaden and Dylan swirling in my head like a relentless storm. Dylan's unexpected aggression and Kaden's enigmatic behavior leave me grappling with a mix of confusion and apprehension.
I couldn't bring myself to stay the night at Dylan's after his outburst, using the excuse of needing to prepare for school to escape the suffocating tension. And Kaden... His demeanor in the ring was starkly different from the moments we shared outside of it, leaving me questioning who he truly is.
As I go through the motions of getting ready for the day ahead, the weight of unresolved emotions hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the start of the week. The familiar ache of past betrayals resurfaces, reminding me of the fragile nature of trust and the barriers I've erected to protect myself.
With a sigh, I silence the alarm and roll out of bed, the day's responsibilities beckoning me forward. I gather my thoughts as I stretch out my limbs, the events of the past few days still fresh in my memory. As I secure my hair into a loose ponytail, I can't help but wonder what lies ahead for me today, and whether I'll find any answers to the questions swirling in my mind.
~~~In digital design class, the familiar hum of creativity fills the air as we each immerse ourselves in our respective projects. It's a sanctuary of sorts, where we're free to explore our artistic visions using the latest technology.
Yet, amidst the joy of creation, the weight of uncertainty presses down on me. Graduation looms on the horizon, a reminder of the looming question mark that hovers over my future. Art school was a choice driven by passion rather than pragmatism, and now I find myself standing at the crossroads with no clear path ahead.
Opening my own studio has always been a dream, a haven where I could blend my love for art with my passion for beauty and wellness. But dreams require more than just passion; they demand resources and financial stability, two things that seem elusive at the moment.
My mother's unwavering support has been my saving grace, her investment in my education a testament to her belief in my potential. Yet, as graduation approaches, the reality of adulthood, hits hard, and I can't help but feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on me.
Summer offers a brief respite, a chance to contribute to my own future by assisting at my mother's clinic and earning my keep. But during the school year, the demands of academia leave little room for anything else. It's a delicate balancing act, one that leaves me torn between pursuing my dreams and fulfilling my obligations.
"This is turning out amazing Nora." My professor zeroes me back to reality. I look down and realize she is complimenting my work. Today everyone had to draw a unique scenery using a range of cold tones.
"Thank you Mrs. Brown." I thank her with a shy smile. She doesn't compliment a lot of students.
A moment later my phone buzzes. Pulling it out, I see it's Lilly asking me to go grab coffee with her after my next class.
I hear the bell ring and put my iPad away, pick up my jacket from the chair I'm sitting on and head to the next classroom, where I practically have to die. Mrs. Hart's art history class feels like a sentence, a sentence I must endure before I can finally escape to the sanctuary of caffeine with Lilly.
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