02-28-2025, 01:26 PM
Rachel sat in the university library - psychology textbooks surrounding her. Rachel had taken a few days off her work on her thesis. The first had led to a break up with Cruz. The second had led to Lucio, and the third had been a night full of amazing sex. She had slept most of the next day. Truthfully she hadn’t felt good at all - almost sick - but in a way she didn’t understand. She wasn’t sick. She had just felt weird.
Lucio was always in her mind, and it made studying extremely difficult. She reread paragraphs because they didn’t stick in her mind. All the notecards in front of her were blank. She was getting nowhere. All she wanted to do was be with Lucio. All she could think about was Lucio. She needed to work on her thesis, but she needed him too.
Rachel leaned over in the table, banging her head quietly on it before pulling a large book in front of her and attempting to read. She tried again, but soon had her wallet in her hands, and she fought with whether to text Lucio or not. She really needed to work on her thesis. She really shouldn’t text him. But she needed him.
Lucio was always in her mind, and it made studying extremely difficult. She reread paragraphs because they didn’t stick in her mind. All the notecards in front of her were blank. She was getting nowhere. All she wanted to do was be with Lucio. All she could think about was Lucio. She needed to work on her thesis, but she needed him too.
Rachel leaned over in the table, banging her head quietly on it before pulling a large book in front of her and attempting to read. She tried again, but soon had her wallet in her hands, and she fought with whether to text Lucio or not. She really needed to work on her thesis. She really shouldn’t text him. But she needed him.