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Beginning - Part 2

༻ Livia ༺

Thursday. Class was finished. Students bumbled around the room noisily, circling their friends and laughing at inside jokes as they made their way toward the exit. Other students remained behind, seated still, as they slowly gathered their things and checked over their notes for the lecture. Livia was one of those students. Pinning a strand of long dark hair behind her ear, she scooped up her notebooks and novels and placed them carefully into her satchel, cautious at to not accidentally crumple a single page. She smiled to herself, satisfied at her perfection before steadily making her way toward the door. Sarem Oakes, who was in the middle of listening to a male student beg for extra credit, noticed Livia's departure and raised his eyebrows. 

"Ah! Livia, I'd actually like to see you after class if that's okay. Would you be available fifteen minutes from now? I'd just like to run over a few things."

Livia froze, her stomach churning with nerves. Mr. Oakes wanted to see her? Privately? Whatever for? She nodded politely at the request. 

"No need to look so terrified!" He laughed heartily at the sullen expression on her face. "As I said, I just need to check over some stuff with you. It won't take a minute."

After Livia left the room to allow Sarem some privacy with his other students, she couldn't help but feel a rising sense of dread. None of the professors had ever called her back after class. The only time they did that was when it was urgent. Something of concern. Poor grades, bad behaviour. Livia chewed on her thumb, her teeth nearly cutting into her supple, porcelain flesh. What could Mr. Oakes possibly want to say to her? Her mind drifted to her last assignment, a creative writing piece she had worked on. A dreary psychological piece about a woman tormented by a silent apparition; a clone of herself that walked around with no flesh. Just muscle tissue and blood shaped as her own being. A long-winded metaphor for mental health, according to her commentary. 

Livia had been ruminating about her piece ever since she submitted it on Mr. Oakes desk. Was it too much? Too obvious? Too corny? She had been inspired by Oakes' own self-published thriller novels, admiring the charm and subtlety each story and character had. It was a quality she could only dream of replicating. Livia inhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing toward the clock hung outside of Oakes' room. 

"Livia! You're here! Thanks for being so patient."

Livia stood up and approached the door Oakes' was stood by. 

"Ah! Let's not talk in there. Other classes will be moving in for their seminars soon. How about we speak in my office? It's just up the hall from here." He gestured forward, directing his student toward the empty room. Livia followed beside him, her hands toying with her sleeves as they entered. "Take a seat, take a seat! You thirsty?"

"I'm alright, thanks. What is it you wanted to speak with me about?" 

"Aha, right down to business. Just how I like it." Mr. Oakes said as he plopped casually in his chair. His hands scanned a piled of documents scattered across his desk, searching for names. "Livia Astor, Livia Astor... let's see... Excuse the mess. That's English professors for you!"

At last, he pulls out Livia's assignment submission from beneath several others. Livia flushed as she saw him waving it in the air, his icy blue eyes skimming over the text with pride. He leaned backed in his seat, a pleased grin settling on his face. 

"Gosh, where do I even start with this masterpiece? I think I've read it twenty times over at this rate!" He repositioned himself, resting his elbows on his desk and gazing intently into Livia's peach-tinted eyes. "Livia, I don't know how else to say this. You have a gift. A gift I've never seen in any other student I've taught."

"R-really? Thank you. Thank you so much, Mr. Oakes. I couldn't have done it without you. Your works are a huge inspiration to me."

"Haha, my works are chicken scratch compared to what you produce. I mean it! You've got potential. I can sense you have a true passion for writing. Keep at it. I look forward to reading more of your superb works. And, who knows, maybe we can look into some publication options for you further down the line."

"This is too much to take in. I've never been told such kind things about my writing before. I mean my mom always told me-"

Livia was cut off by the warmth of Mr. Oakes' hand resting upon her own. His touch was tender, chilling, exhilerating. And just like a passing soft breeze, it lasted only a few seconds. Mr. Oakes smiled at her, a knowing looking shared between them. An understanding that what just happened was to remain as fiction only. A story to be written only within their minds. Livia returned the smile, squeezing the love-tainted hand to her chest, passing on the feeling to her heart. 

This was the beginning.
Of everything.