"Avery Harper".The new professor called.My head snapped up to see the new found attention I had gained for falling asleep."Why do you think pie is an infinite number".Being in a psychology class with a professor who loved to hear our views meant torture."Pie may be an infinite number to show us that some things can be everlasting".Not that I am naive enough to believe in forever,but something about never ending always seemed impossible to me."Great answer miss Harper".Once she continued her rant I laid my head back on the desk as my best friend Noor nudged me with her pen,giving me a concerning look as she and I both knew that what I had said was true bullshit.We both held eye contact trying to contain our laughter threatening to gain unwanted attention again .My best friend Noor was one of the purest souls I had ever met,if only she was able to see beyond the walls I created ,but something about her showed me she hid a lot more then she let on.
I dry my hands as I leave the calmness of the bathroom.Going to campus meant that there were way more bathrooms then needed .I explored every single one to find the least popular choice, ever since it has been my safe place or when I needed to find silence within myself or needing to be alone with my thoughts(which was very often).
Me, myself,I have always been described as closed off,but it's more of subconscious thing rather than planned. I don't believe in "soulmates" or "love".I don't let people try to unlock the parts of myself that I hide away,that nor I have yet to release,because no matter how strong we think "love" is,everyone eventually leaves.We all have to live with the profound loneliness of knowing no one can understand us,and us them.The sooner people choose to except that, people would stop wasting time trying to find the"love of their life"or "their saviour".The truth was even if I tried I could never give someone that power over me,I could never live in constant fear of finally letting someone in and then the inevitable happening.Them leaving me.Honestly I don't think I would have the strength to survive.
But somehow those thoughts of my previous self withered away into the unknown abyss,and the next thing I know is I had gone against every belief ,every moral I had set for myself.I risked it all.For someone who hated my very existence.
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Fulfilled promises
RomanceWhat would you do if a handsome stranger vows to kill you? You would automatically hate them.Right? But that's not this story....in someways it's the total opposite.
