This wasn't happening. I was beginning to panic; when I woke up that morning, my feet were gone, replaced by a horrible black miasma. My chest felt like a pendulum, swinging from extreme fear to total depression, I was having hallucinations of shadowy figures in corners, and worst of all, I felt a dark pit in my heart, making everything empty. In a catatonic daze, I slowly made my way out of bed and hid my disgusting extremity as best I could in my boots. The commute to my college and classes were a blur. Until my final lecture, that was. That was when I saw you, and everything melted away. My mind was flooded with thoughts of us. Together. What was going on? These thoughts were lewd and...violent. I was mortified. But I couldn't help but follow you to the library, shading you until we were alone in the aisle...