In Your Dreams

10 || Emmett Larkin

I swear I just saw her around here.

The last thing I expected to see walking down the hallway was a Phoebe looking like a mess. I'm not even talking about the normal-looking mess. She looks messier than an actual mess. I'm talking about her face being scrunched up as if she's enduring some kind of pain internally. Not only that, by the time I saw walking down the hallway, her entire skin looks pale despite the harsh sunlight that's shining through the open space of the hallway. I wonder if something had happened to her that made her look like that.

A zombie apocalypse entered my brain when I saw her the first time like this.

Both concern and curious etched my brain as I try to follow behind her to see where she's going. Phoebe is smart, so U thought she'll make her way back to her dorm or wherever she's staying. But no, judging from the direction she's walking on, she's getting further and further from the campus dorms. Turns out Phoebe isn't that much of a smart person.

Why would she keep on going to class despite her obviously looking sick? I wonder if she even saw herself in the mirror. I'm not exaggerating, but she does look like a hideous monster at this point. Her pale skin and scrunched up face made her look like a one of those boring zombie movies, minus the blood.

I was chuckling to myself as the image of Phoebe looking like an actual zombie entered my brain. After I calmed down, I look forward only to see that she disappeared.

Uh oh, I lost track of her.

How can a sick person walk so fast like that?

I frantically glance around my surroundings while kept walking forwards. Surely, she wouldn't be far, especially from the pace she's in. I peek my head on each intersecting hallway I find just to try to find her. After a few seconds of walking around looking frantic-in case something bad happens to her, I have to laugh at her first before helping-I walked back to where I lost her. Maybe she got inside to one of the classes in that hallway.

By the time I round the corner, I accidentally bump into one of the professors.

"I'm terribly sorry-" I pause before lifting my head up to see which professor I accidentally bump into. If it's one of the terror professor, then I might be in trouble. Luckily when I finally look at the professor's face, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. "I'm sorry, Mr. Millard."

Thank God I only bump into Mr. Millard. One of my professor in my major. He's the definition of considerate and chill person. Among all of my professor I've encountered throughout my years learning in this campus, Mr. Millard might be my favorite for far. Bonus points for him since apparently he's the youngest in the faculty. So he's practically our age, so everything is child around him.

"It's fine, Larkin." Mr. Millard grins at me before fixing his jacket. "You look frantic, are you looking for something?" He asks, concern etched on his face.

I flash him a sheepish smile, not sure what to say. It's best for me to just apologize again and walk away. But before I could open my mouth, I notice something in the corner of my eye. The position of where I accidentally bump into Mr. Millard made me face the small window installed in the door of one of the class. With a slight adjustment of my body to have a better angle, I can actually see what's inside the room beside me. And would you look at that, judging by how messy that student's hair was and how she's resting her head down on the armchair, I can safely assume that's Phoebe?

I'm guessing Mr. Millard has a class to where Phoebe is taking a rest. She's practically lucky that Mr. Millard is her professor today. If it were anyone else in the faculty, the professor might kick Phoebe out for sleeping in class. I know that since Hanz had once told me about one professor caught a student sleeping, and they practically kicked them out. That was one of the terror professor in the faculty, I'm lucky I haven't encountered any of them.