preston
his anatomy professor pulls him aside after his lecture, a warm smile on her face. "it's nice to see that your grades are improving since the last semester of last year. i'm proud of you, but next time? if you lose a loved one, tell me, so i, along with your other professors, can give you time to recover."
he nods and hands her a fake grin of his own. "of course, but i'm fine. i didn't need time to recover."
"but your grades—"
"i have to go! thank you." he scurries off down the hallway, finally breathing again after he turns the corner to end up in an empty hallway. the only reason his grades have been well is because that's all he's focused on. he doesn't have aidan, he doesn't have vivian, he doesn't really have anyone.
pathetic.
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the progress project [3]
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