She never imagined in the months they spent together that one day she’d have to be strong on her own. She’d pictured herself by his side for years to come, but one day, that all disappeared. His strength in himself had overpowered his love for her, and she found herself lost and confused without him there. A man she’d been so sure of, and a love that was more real than she’d known was possible was suddenly ripped from her hands and her heart. But Evelynn couldn’t be angry with Rush for it. No matter how hard she’d tried to take her broken heart and let loose about how Rush had hurt her, she consistently came back to a place of emptiness and longing for him to be back close to her again. He was everything and more than she’d ever wanted or needed; how was she to be upset about that?
When was this class going to end? The clock read “8:26” now, and Evelynn was beginning to feel trapped in her desk. She needed to move, to run, to be anywhere but the desk she was currently sitting in. She fidgeted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, leaning back in the chair then resting her arms on the desk. Nothing was helping. She looked around her. Everyone else was focused and paying attention to the professor as he guided them through the syllabus and was explaining a project they would have to participate in later in the semester. Something about a partner project. This was psychology so working with a partner seemed to make enough sense. Evelynn tuned out again figuring she’d listen when it came time to actually do the project.
Continuing to shift her attention from one person to another, Evelynn soon landed on the blonde boy sitting to her right. He’d stopped his frantic writing and appeared to be reading over whatever it was he’d written. Evelynn leaned closer to him in an attempt to catch a few words that he’d put on the paper. The boy seemed to feel her gaze and lifted his head to look at her. He had eyes the color of fresh spring grass. So green that Evelynn had to look away for fear of being lost in them. The color was deep and rich, but the emotion behind it was so strong she couldn’t put it into words. He came across quite defensive about his privacy but also curious as to why she was so interested. He continued to look at her closely for several seconds then turned back to his notebook. He slowly closed it and stuck it into his brown messenger bag resting by his desk. He returned his intent stare to her for a few seconds more then focused on the professor.
When was this class going to end? The clock read “8:26” now, and Evelynn was beginning to feel trapped in her desk. She needed to move, to run, to be anywhere but the desk she was currently sitting in. She fidgeted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, leaning back in the chair then resting her arms on the desk. Nothing was helping. She looked around her. Everyone else was focused and paying attention to the professor as he guided them through the syllabus and was explaining a project they would have to participate in later in the semester. Something about a partner project. This was psychology so working with a partner seemed to make enough sense. Evelynn tuned out again figuring she’d listen when it came time to actually do the project.
Continuing to shift her attention from one person to another, Evelynn soon landed on the blonde boy sitting to her right. He’d stopped his frantic writing and appeared to be reading over whatever it was he’d written. Evelynn leaned closer to him in an attempt to catch a few words that he’d put on the paper. The boy seemed to feel her gaze and lifted his head to look at her. He had eyes the color of fresh spring grass. So green that Evelynn had to look away for fear of being lost in them. The color was deep and rich, but the emotion behind it was so strong she couldn’t put it into words. He came across quite defensive about his privacy but also curious as to why she was so interested. He continued to look at her closely for several seconds then turned back to his notebook. He slowly closed it and stuck it into his brown messenger bag resting by his desk. He returned his intent stare to her for a few seconds more then focused on the professor.
