Drifting Off

Typhonian Academy

He was late. Again. As per the last few weeks. Rhys walked in, followed by the rolled eyes of Ms Adamson. The seats are all taken, as per the last few weeks. Well, all except one. Next to her. The girl no one sat with, because who wants to sit with the new girl? He didn't have the option to be picky, not that he would've been- she was so cute. And didn't mind talking to him either, which was a bonus. He took his seat and flipped over the test paper. Advanced Biochemistry it read. Fairly..... wow for a 16-year-old, but it is what it is. Being accepted into Typhonian academy is what does it. Typhonian Academy- the school to be in. Named after Typhon Phasecast, a pretentiously named guy who single-handedly blew up a planet, and himself, to save his home, got a super advanced school named after him. Hence the biochemistry paper. Everyone at the school had a different advanced paper, Tina next to him had a combined psychology and biological psychology paper. They usually get individually tutored as none of them does the same subjects, but they're all together for test month. He nudges Tina, rolls his eyes in an impression of his teacher and she giggles at him. He gets on with the paper, silently pleased that he made her laugh. His pencil lead snapped, he cursed and reached for the sharpener and

His lips met hers. The chilly night of winter break, entirely broken by the warmth of her mouth, then furthermore as her arms snaked around him. The noisy world around him forgotten, all in his head was the gorgeous redhead in front of him, and how good it felt when

She yelled at him, yelling how it should've been different. Turning the hand up at him when he came forward, unable to look at him. The silent plea of his eyes, his mouth forming the words, unable to tell the girl the words he wanted to, oh how much he wanted to tell her

"I'm sorry," she said, as she hung over the edge, grasping on the one solid connection she had to the living world. The sweat between the grip of him holding her from falling was increasing. He tried to pull her up. She mouthed the words with a tear-stricken face, yet a loving smile on her mouth. "I love you". She kicked off the wall, dislodging her from his grasp, and falling. Him, trying to jump after her, arms holding him back, him pulling forward, screaming, roaring in agony, swearing and

sitting up. Looking next to him, seeing the empty side of the bed next to him, cold without her warmth, forever empty. Happy fucking morning.