Chasing Elysian

8. Moving In

Rosanna's P. O. V:

Two days after my first call with Aniysa, I had packed as much as I could, getting ready to move in to the dormitory.

Aniysa and I conversed during the the past few days, becoming more familiar with each other. Me offering the free therapy I needed and Aniysa offering the free advice she needed. It wasn't exactly what we both needed that we received, but we gave what we needed. Because a third person's point of view makes for the best advice.

Ah, humans. It continuously amazes me how good at therapy, comfort, advice and planning I am for someone else's life. But when it comes to mine, my brain goes on a vacation because she decides I'm the useless one in the world who doesn't need it.

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It was a sunny afternoon, although more chill than summer. The sun hung up bright in the sky, heat waves a constant reminder to it's glare. For a second there, I wondered if the Sun actually understood humanity's feelings more. The urge to just burn everything down and say 'f*ck it all!'

I wanted to burn a lot of things down- but do I have the energy? No. Can I? No. Should I? No.

And so my mind whispers to me to shut the f*ck up and face reality.

Braveness was hardly a choice. Because it is the only option to move forward.

I took a taxi with my packed belongings, on my way to the institution. Hoping to get settled in with the remaining two days left for the resumption of my classes.

I arrived on campus a few minutes later, the driver parking just right before the student's dormitory. One of them to be exact.

Specifically, Seton Hall- a co-ed student dormitory where Aniysa and I would be staying for our Academic year.

A high end building which looked more like a 5 star hotel than a school dormitory.

Not complaining, anyways.

I payed the driver and pulled off my belongings from the boot, struggling a bit as I walked through the automatic door. 

I walked in large stripes to get everything over with. Because, sincerely, I want everything-everything over with.

Inside the room, I was greeted by the sight of a blonde haired fellow seated by the right side of the room. A few steps away from me. Face buried by the computer placed on the mahogany desk before he/she. 

The area was spacious and mostly filled with chairs and portraits. Something I didn't feel like admiring.

Two elevators by the right and left side, located at the far end of the Hall.

I concluded I'd meet the Blond haired hum- creature first.

Safe to assume no one's human until otherwise told. We don't really make up for quite the population in this world.

While I walked closer, lips parted in an attempt to make myself known, I heard her voice.

“Nani?! Nande- Anata no buta!”

...what?

I could distinctively hear the voices of anime characters from the computer and my lips twitched with a smile.