You felt as if you were suffocating with the never-ending stress you were under.

It was exam season, and you had chosen to procrastinate and actively avoid the idea of knuckling down and studying for it. A stupid idea.

In a mad dash to absorb any information you could, you gather any handouts, your class notebook, and a crap ton of stationery.

Your desk, which looked as if a bomb had gone off on it, was littered with coloured pens, highlighters, and many unorganised papers.

6 hours and 4 cups of coffee later, you were sitting at your desk with your head in your hands.

"How many cups of coffee have you drunk so far?" Gwen's voice breaks the forced silence, causing you to jolt in surprise.