Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As I look at the clock waiting for the start of the exam.
My heart was racing, my palms sweaty as I gripped my pencil. My knee bounced anxiously under the desk as the professor made the announcement.
"Today is your finals exam. Please refrain from using any form of cheating, and good luck to all of you."
The professor began handing out the test papers to the students in the front of each row, the stack slowly making its way toward me.
It's already been a week huh.
Did I study enough?
Am I going to fail this Exam?
I don't want to get a bad grade.
My head clouding with thoughts, it felt as if Victory is not at reach. My Legs starting to bounce faster.
A small voice whispering in my mind.
("You will fail.")
("All your efforts will be for naught.")
("You think you will ever succeed?, Don't make me laugh.")
The professor was still handing out the test papers, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I glanced around the room, my heart racing, until I spotted her.
She's looking at me.
In the front row, a girl with curly hair and a wide smile was giving me a thumbs up, as if to say, "You got this!" Beside her, another girl with a familiar hairband smiled encouragingly.
That's right.
We had spent the entire week studying together, and everything was beginning to feel familiar. I could picture Samantha's warm greetings as we entered her home, her playful banter with Ella, and the gentle teasing they offered each time I got a question wrong. Ella's light chuckles echoed in my mind, and I could feel the vibrant energy that Samantha brought to our study sessions. I recalled Mrs. Rossi's delicious cooking and how passionately Samantha described each dish her mother prepared for us, sharing the stories behind the flavors.
It all felt like a dream, moving swiftly around me.
We had established this routine over the week, a comforting rhythm that made me feel truly at home.
Will I let all of those go in Vain?
They'll do their best.
I should also do mine.
As the test paper was handed to me, I glanced at the first page and felt a rush of familiarity. Each question seemed so recognizable that I could almost hear Samantha's voice asking them during our study sessions. I even envisioned Ella's frustrated expression at the table when she struggled to find the answers.
It brought a smile to my face.
I began to answer the questions as swiftly as possible, each response flowing with certainty. My mind felt clear, like glass—no distractions, no noise around me. Just me and the exam.
As I glanced around, I noticed that Samantha and Ella were also working with impressive speed, their focused expressions mirroring one's own great determination.
Looks like they've got this. I thought to myself and continued answering.
[Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.]
As we stood outside the classroom after we finished,
"Woohoo! Finals are finally finished!" Samantha exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm as she stretched her arms above her head.
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Timeless Regrets.
RomanceA young, silent college student accustomed to his predictable routine encounters a girl from another country, whose vibrant spirit shakes him from his self-imposed isolation. As their friendship blossoms, he is forced to confront the regrets and pai...
