Rush had been everything to Evelynn. It happened suddenly, but she had grown to love him with a fierceness that could never be matched by another man. They were the epitome of the old saying “opposites attract,” and Evelynn could see her entire future wrapped up inside of him. Then Rush was gone. He’d left her life as suddenly as he entered it, and she was alone to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart and keep living.
Movement to her left brought Evelynn back to reality—this classroom with students focusing diligently on the professor and the syllabus he was passing out. She mechanically accepted the stack being handed to her and passed it on to the next desk. That desk had been empty when Evelynn came in and class started. Now there was a sandy blonde headed boy sitting next to her whom Evelynn had never seen before. He must have entered silently because Evelynn hadn’t noticed a thing. Taking the papers from her without glancing up, he passed them along to the next student and hunched over his notebook again. Evelynn shifted her attention to the professor who was answering a question for a brunette in the front row. Nothing to take note of by any means. She returned her focus to the boy next to her. His pen moved furiously across the notebook page, but Evelynn was unable to catch what he was writing. It didn’t matter anyway; he was none of her concern. She glanced at the clock; it was only 8:12. This was sure to be a long class.
Six months ago she would have been too busy texting Rush under her desk to be bored in class. Time seemed to fly by when she was talking to him because he was always making her laugh or think about something in a way she never had before. He had such a different outlook on life than she did, and it was refreshing to her. Never before had she been challenged to reflect on something that seemed insignificant the way she was with Rush. He pushed Evelynn to not accept everything at face value and to stand up for what she believed in whether the world believed it too or not. His opinionated personality never irritated her. She thought it was endearing how he was always adamant in his beliefs. He was a strong individual, and Evelynn had been made stronger by him.
Movement to her left brought Evelynn back to reality—this classroom with students focusing diligently on the professor and the syllabus he was passing out. She mechanically accepted the stack being handed to her and passed it on to the next desk. That desk had been empty when Evelynn came in and class started. Now there was a sandy blonde headed boy sitting next to her whom Evelynn had never seen before. He must have entered silently because Evelynn hadn’t noticed a thing. Taking the papers from her without glancing up, he passed them along to the next student and hunched over his notebook again. Evelynn shifted her attention to the professor who was answering a question for a brunette in the front row. Nothing to take note of by any means. She returned her focus to the boy next to her. His pen moved furiously across the notebook page, but Evelynn was unable to catch what he was writing. It didn’t matter anyway; he was none of her concern. She glanced at the clock; it was only 8:12. This was sure to be a long class.
Six months ago she would have been too busy texting Rush under her desk to be bored in class. Time seemed to fly by when she was talking to him because he was always making her laugh or think about something in a way she never had before. He had such a different outlook on life than she did, and it was refreshing to her. Never before had she been challenged to reflect on something that seemed insignificant the way she was with Rush. He pushed Evelynn to not accept everything at face value and to stand up for what she believed in whether the world believed it too or not. His opinionated personality never irritated her. She thought it was endearing how he was always adamant in his beliefs. He was a strong individual, and Evelynn had been made stronger by him.
