The day had been more than long. Class after class, test after test. It was over, and yet you still felt as suffocated as you did when you entered the building.

You walked down the hall, shoes scuffing up the freshly polished floors. Tutoring had gone horribly today, you still don’t understand the material and you waisted two and a half hours. The halls were empty, clear of the usual college students that passed through it.

It was always strange being at the university at this time of day. The slight down time between day and night classes, where the lowering sun sent gleams of orange light onto the bare white walls. It smelled of paper and old books, stress and the disappointment of professors. It was empty, static, almost boring.

The perfect place to cry in privacy.

Slowly you let your guard down in the small cove that connected the four wings of this hell-hole called M.I.T. Dreary shudders wracked at your shoulders. Snotty, tearfilled sniffles twitched at your nose, but you did a fairly good job at keeping quiet.

Will attempted to ignore it at first, to spare the both of you embarrassment. But eventually he peaked out from the storage closet next to the cove. His hand pressed against the wall, the position giving him a straight shot view to your downtrodden face. Your eyes were closed, tears collecting at the corner of them, hair shielding your true expression.

“C’mon, Y’okay?” He saw you flinch a bit at his tone, as if it was his fault that you interrupted his cleaning. He had a rag, half tucked into his pocket and a bright blue spray bottle in his hand. Just barely, he raised the bottle, cleaning liquid sloshing around in it. As if he was silently saying “Just the janitor.”