I'm running late today.
My glasses are in my bag and I'm having to dodge the blurry shapes in the hall and outside. My lungs are aching with each struggling breath I take, but I need to push myself harder to get to my lecture before my professor unlocks the door. I complain constantly that he is late, it would be hypocritical if I was late.
"Excuse me," i mumble breathlessly, and rush along under the canopy alongside another set of heavy feet.
"Sorry, excuse me. Excuse me," it's the blonde boy and I stop after a few more yards in front of my room and he continues to run, his book bag slapping against his thighs and probably with a weak, half assed smile on his face.
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Eccedentesiast||Lashton AU
Fiksi PenggemarEccedentesiast (n.) Someone who fakes a smile, when all they want to do is cry, disappear and/or die. Short chapters Warning Depression Abuse Drug use Alcoholism Sexual assault ©imagining5soss
