Lectures blurred together like noise without meaning.
I sat through them anyway. Took notes. Nodded when everyone else nodded. Raised my eyes to the board when the lecturer spoke, as if I was actually listening. My pen moved across the page, neat lines, familiar handwriting—but none of it stayed in my head.
My thoughts kept drifting back to one thing.
Him.
I pressed my pen harder than necessary and forced myself to breathe.
This is stupid.
Whatever that was this morning, it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I wasn’t falling for him. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t afford to. It wasn’t feelings. It was confusion. Proximity. Adrenaline. Trauma mixing with proximity and turning into something that felt bigger than it was.
That’s all.
I told myself that again and again until the words lost meaning.
