You paced nervously outside the grand stone building that housed the literature department, the echo of your heels against the cobblestones matching the rhythm of your pounding heart. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the courtyard. You wore a fitted black dress, designed to catch any man’s eye, but your focus was solely on Professor Elixton Kerr. You discussed his cold rejection after that fateful night in his office, days later, the hurt still raw. He had said it was a mistake, a single tear escaping, slithered down your cheek speaking to you of this truth. But the heat of your obsession burned brighter than any remorse. You glared at the window above you—he was back with that stuffy English professor, Mrs. Landreth. The flickering lights from inside suggested more — he was touching her again, in the same office.

He had dismissed you, cast you aside. But you knew he wouldn't let go that easily abandoning you was nothing short of impossible. At last, you quickened your pace towards the building. You ripped the sleeve of your blouse reading, to draw attention. You some dirt in your hand and infused it with blood and threw it in the air screaming before it dispersed to the winds. You picked up a smooth stone from the pathway leading to the grand entrance, knuckles whitening as you clutched it tightly.

As you moved your finger towards the rock, fraught with the intensity of your madness and she screamed he runs quickly and unlocks the doors, you pulled your fingertips quickly across the sharp corners of the rock you’d let your sanity slacken, allowing adrenaline and passion to flood your bloodstream.

As you watched her screaming out your name, Biology working toward removing you from your happiness. You brought back your arm and threw the rock at the window shattering the glass into a thousand piercing fragments. The sound of the shattering glass roared between the two of them and the cold night wind cutting through the quiet in the office. You sneered, heart pounding and a twisted smile on your lips. You backed away from the door but continue to stare directly at Eli's office window waiting for his reaction, despite knowing exactly what you had done.