Oblivion

Chapter Two

Nova

The heavy autumn air whipped against my skin, something that I wasn't used to considering that North Carolina was always considerably sunny. As I made my way up the paved stairs, I felt a small glint of homesickness ignite in my insides, but I made it dissolve under my thoughts when I studied around me. The campus was alive that early afternoon, as cliques meandered through the path of hibiscus flowers to pass time between classes. Both Xavier and Meg had class this morning, which left me to walk to my Composition class without a companion.

I remembered yesterday, after the eventful episode that took place in the library, I let my displeasure fall on top of Meg in a rash action. She sat back on her bed and skimmed through her golden pages of the bible like she usually did, but I knew she was listening. She absorbed every word that left my mouth and recited them before she gave me advice, advice that seemed so simple, but somehow I could not follow her one-step answer.

"Just don't talk to him," Meg surprisingly stated, shutting her bible in unison with her words. "Don't argue with him, just look at the verse Luke 6:27-31, It states..." I remembered that I tuned her out, and sprawled out on my white bed sheets with a hefty sigh. It seemed like a very straightforward thing to do, and the advice was apparently the correct thing to do if it came from the bible, but I found it still a strenuous task.

I continued to climb the stairs until I reached the top, and when I found myself at the peak of the journey I saw two, wooden doors in front of me. They were both engraved with identical swirls and designs, like any other landmark in Brixton. The two doors eyed me, and it was then that I realized how frantic I was to enter. For the longest time, it seemed like I was standing at the entrance without prying open the two French doors that held the abundance of my career inside. I was just gaping, and figuratively waiting for the door to open itself, even though it wouldn't.

All at once, I snapped out of the lucid state that captured my confidence for a moment, and heaved open the one wooden door without anymore idiotic thoughts. My eyes shifted in exasperation around the spacious interior of the classroom, the room was a breathtaking work of art to me that represented beauty and accomplishment. Of course, I've seen the photos on their website before I came, but nothing could ideally compare to those photos if seen in actuality.

I took a seat of my choice towards the front, considering not many people arrived into class yet I had many options to choose from. As I planted my things on the light-colored, brown desk in front of me, I let the scenic room imprint in my brain. Nearly golden walls curved into the incredibly high ceiling that had the usual, but incredible designs of patterns on the surface. Each paneled window faced against the sun at that time, allowing light to burst through the severed glass and create pigments against the room.

"Well, this is..." I breathily muffled under my lips, barely hearing the words as my eyes fixated on several marks of alluring items. I never finished my sentence, as the boisterous voices entered through the room in social excitement.

More people began to file in, faces that I've seen briefly before around campus, and some that I'm now just encountering. Every other person seemed to have a mere acquaintance next to them, or a occasional pair of good friends would skip in whilst enjoying their time with one another. Seeing the friendly pairs of people reminded me of Xavier and I, and how I desired for him to be here with me as well. The thought made nostalgia attack each cell in my body, causing my eyes to part from the arriving students.

I was going through the empty pages of my new journal like I would find something in there to keep me occupied, but it only made me slightly angst that my inked words were not yet to be found. It was irregularly unsettling to see that the lined paper was blank, so without scanning the thought through my mind, I picked up my pen to scribe.