Trudeau

Slow Recovery

Numb - Max Jury (Me Before You Soundtrack)
You haunt me - Sir Sly
Things We Lost In the Fire - Bastille

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3 months later

"Miss Norwell, please explain the significance in the United States' ruling on Roe V. Wade and Griswold V. Connecticut and their correlation between the two." My U.S. Law professor, Dr. Smith, directs me as we sit in the class of about 23.

I sigh, this is too easy, "Griswold V. Connecticut ruled citizens have a 'right to privacy' therefore the states cannot create a law banning Birth Control. Chief Justice, Warren Burger, used this 'right to privacy' in Roe V. Wade to say that what a woman does with her body is private therefore banning states from creating laws that forbid, or prohibit, abortions."

"Correct. Now, Jessica, what recent case - from the same state as Roe V. Wade - ruled in favor of pro-choice again?" Dr. Smith asks to a girl way in the pack. I find my self curling my arms around the table and laying my head on my folded arms. Jesus Christ when is this going to end.

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"Eliza, may I speak with you a moment?" Dr. Smith asks me after class as I am just about to walk out the door.

"Uh, yes sir!" I smile, trying to hide my concern. I feel my heart race as he sits back at his wooden desk and fix his dark red, almost maroon, tie.

"Don't worry you're not in trouble!" Dr. Smith smiles and chuckles a little as he notices my hesitance to sit down. "I just wanted to talk about your internship for a moment."

The internship.

I've been trying to shove that in the back of my mind. My logic being if I don't pay attention to it and just move on ASAP, it won't hurt. I feel all the memories rush into the front of my thoughts. My heart beat doesn't slow down any. "What about it?" I reply quickly.

"How was it? All of us have been talking about it. It was such an amazing opportunity, I also have to ask why you left early - well, you quit." Dr. Smith questions. Why do advisors insist on knowing my personal life? I mentally sigh as I begin gathering my thoughts.

You can do this. You've told everyone the same thing. You just have to do it one more time. I tell myself as I begin the lie I feel I've told a million times, "It was the best thing ever," that part wasn't a lie. It was the only truth to the story, "I had to leave because it was just...a lot. There was a lot to handle and the political environment was overwhelming." The lies. I never once felt the weight of all the politics. I internally laugh.

"I'm sure the atmosphere was constantly anxiety-ridden, but tell me: What was the Prime Minister like? I've always wondered if that whole 'nice guy' persona was real or he was just trying to get support!" Dr. Smith drags on the conversation.

Of course he's gonna ask about Justin. Just what I needed. I put on a gentle smile while internally screaming, "The nice guy persona is real. He's one of, if not the, nicest men I've ever met." All the pain begins leaking in. All the words Justin and I exchanged become the only thing I can focus on.

Dr. Smith let's the information sink in for a moment before answering, "Well, that's great to know. Have a good day, Eliza,".

I quickly stand up and nod goodbye, "Bye, Dr. Smith." I rush out of the room. I breath heavily as I return to my apartment.

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From: Carley
Hey! Some of us were going to go to a small party at Wilson's. Want to come?