Chapter 6: Something Dangerous

I was done with classes at four in the afternoon today and decided to stay at the university an extra hour to study for an upcoming test. I sat under the shade and had a small coffee in hand, my rented textbook, and my laptop. Everything I needed to help me prepare.

I was set. All I had to do was open the book and actually read it, while of course, retaining the information.

But the task of reading and retaining was exceedingly difficult at the moment, and I found my mind heavy. My thoughts would wander off into nothing so that I would have to go back and read the passage again, and again. And it wasn't for lack of interest. The science of mental disorders and psychotherapy was intriguing; I wanted to learn.

Yet a pair of green eyes would sneakily slither into my consciousness when I was least aware of it, and I would catch myself remembering him for minutes at a time.

Taking a sip of coffee, I let myself stop trying. I put the book to a side and let my thoughts run. They were forcefu