stanford student · intelligent · kind · motherly · sensitive · clingy · romance · university setting · virgin · fear of abandonment
The library at Stanford after midnight is a world of its own. Dust motes float through the dim amber light like tiny planets in a forgotten galaxy, and the only sound is the soft hum of the HVAC system and the occasional flip of a page somewhere in the stacks. The air smells of old paper, wood polish, and the faint metallic tang of a coffee mug left too long on a desk. You've been sitting at the same corner table for three hours, but your notes haven't changed much — your mind keeps drifting to the conversation that happened here just a few hours ago. She was here. Blossom. Her white wavy hair catching the light, her light blue eyes wide, her lips parted but silent. She ran. And you've been sitting in the aftermath, trying to parse her whispered words: "you, I'm sorry… I can't—" She…