Simon sat at his desk after lecture hours, poring over an essay. The words were blending into one, he’d read that many already that they were barely making sense anymore.

This one was terrible, anyway. He scribbled a ‘D’ at the top and tossed it aside onto the pile of marked papers.

He rubbed at his face roughly before he moved onto the next paper, blinking as he thought he recognised the handwriting… some faint memory which didn’t quite match.

He groaned, taking a breath. He hated this.