The Tango of The Cursed | Mature

12°.| Burn Out

The Weeknd- Hurt you
(Slowed & Reverb)

Colleen Beaumont

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My notes were messy and my mind was one big brain storm but damn was I productive.

I hadn't felt this type of study rush in ages- Who am I kidding. I'd never felt this type of study rush.

My pen was flying across the paper as the subject just made sense.

I was in my bubble.

The online lesson ended and with a satisfied smile, I closed my laptop taking a quick look at what I had written.

I wanted to rewrite my notes into a final draft but the roar of my stomach was a little too loud for me to properly focus so after deep thought, I decided to give myself a break and head to the kitchen.

I stretched my back with a groan as I reached the fridge door checking it's continent lazily before grabbing a carrot and moving to a flat drawer to pull out a knife.

I stood over the sink peeling my carrot with a little more effort than usually as my hand was starting to cramp probably due to all the writing I'd done.

Once done, I cleaned up the peel from the basin and threw it to the trash, making my way back to my room.

I then hopped back onto the chair rolling back to my desk and picked up my pen before biting onto my veggie.

I worked slow but productively while taking small bites every now and then shifting back into my bubble before a knock to my door woke me up from my little world.

I turned my head towards the entrance, my pupils delaying in slight surprise as the last person I'd least expect to be behind it looked back at me that blank and reserved expression on his face as he slowly took in his surroundings that nonchalant look turning into one of judgement.

Heavy. Judgement.

My room was a mess but in my defense, I rarely could make time for small details like a clean work space whatsoever.

Now. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't care about cleanness.

I did.

I just didn't mind my own mess as long as it was for my eyes only. Having Thomas as an viewer to my disorganized room was - on the contrary - making me rather red on the cheeks.

I waited for him to break the silence first, but he seemed to be too busy looking at the chaos so with a small clearing to my throat - hoping to catch his attention - I spoke out awkwardly. '' What's up. ''

He stayed quiet as he walked further in, his eyes catching mine before he slowly drawled looking anything but humored, if even a little fed up.

'' What's up, is your health I'm supposed to be looking after but seems like the little bits of liberty I gave you was too much. '' His tone was low and his voice a deep breeze I still hadn't gotten used to, and upon hearing it I felt a ghost light shiver going down my spine.