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Celine

Walking down the hallway felt like walking down the hall of shame, only this time you alone knew about the shit that's going down in your life.

Let's see: I witnessed a murder, had him visit me in my apartment, haven't spoken to my dad in a month because of everything's that's going on and now a fight with Cillian.

The coffee that I had this morning was not working on my energy and quite frankly I felt even worst.

I walked up to the lecture hall and entered the class room, I was startled when only the professor was present. Was there not a class today?

"Professor Norman?" I called gaining his attention as I slowly entered the room.

He looked up from his task and met my eyes, the sight of him was like a breath of fresh air, handsome as usual with a kind smile plastered on his face.

"Celine.. your early, can I help you with something before we start?" I scrunched up my face in confusion and dropped my bag on his desk, I wasn't in the mood to respect personal space at the moment, though I don't think stealing an inch of someone's desk counts as one.

"Early? I thought class was at twelve" on instinct I looked up at the clock and noticed that it was twelve on the dot.

He chuckled, turning in his chair to face me like the other day, "class is actually at two.. Did you not check your timetable?" He asked.

"What?" I ran through my bag, looking for the timetable that I had plastered on my book.

"The new timetable Celine" Came his voice, I was very confused at this point, I looked up to meet his concern filled eyes.

"New timetable? I-" he got up, towering over me but for some reason, his warmth gave me a sense of protection in the moment.

"Are you okay? You seem under the weather today" He asked softly, looking down on me, "here take my seat" he offered, I was about to decline but he already moved away.

"The board sent out a new timetable today through email, it must have been too sudden" he continued but the problem was that I always check my email, every morning but things have been changing recently that I'm starting to forget simple things like that.

"There's just so much going on.."

I sighed and sat down in his previous spot, I began to relish in the warmth that his body left and I didn't realize a moan had escaped from my mouth until a deep chuckle resounded from above me, I blushed softly but neither him nor I commented on it.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest or do you want to talk about it?" My eyes snapped up to his, wasn't this supposed to be unprofessional or something? Confiding in your professor?

How would he even help me if I told him what was going on in my life and I sure as hell am not talking to that therapist tomorrow, so I guess I could let some of this pent up stress out.

"I'm sure you heard about it already but I witnessed a murder about a month ago" his eyebrows raised in surprised and he leaned against his desk with his arms folded.

"No I did not... I'm sorry you had to go through that" he assured, I nodded at him with a weak smile.

"Thanks" I said, concern was still shining within his eyes as he gauge me for a reaction, some may say that I am taking it better than most but the truth is I've been shoving everything to the back of my head and it's starting to take a toll on me.

"How are you feeling Celine?" He asked, it was a simple question but I found it so difficult to answer, yet I was dying to hear it.

"I don't know...there's just something about him"