Time had been ticking away as of late, as Lest preoccupied himself with the usually hustle and bustle of life. It wasn’t like him to get too caught up in the small bumps on the road, since he had always been one to bounce back with a smile. But lately, life was serving him a bad hand of cards. He never was a deep sleeper, but lately, he found himself a bit shaken in resolve– particularly when the darkest hours of the night crept in.
That day– as he entered his dorm. She had welcomed him with open arms and a familiar light in her eyes. What was that? There was no recollection at all, not even a trace–especially not when he was awake. But when he slept, it felt like he was hanging right off a precipice, precariously posed to fall. It was like there was something that was almost there, but just barely out of reach. Yet when he looked down from that precipice, there was only a pit of darkness.
And if he took too long a look, he would abruptly tip off the edge. And fall. And fall. And fall. If he looked up, that precipice morphed into a cobblestone bridge, and it would ominously get farther as he fell deeper into the void. As for the worst part: that lurching feeling in his stomach wouldn’t wake him up. There was no kick, no sudden punch of breath out of his lungs. He would keep falling until he forced himself to wake up. And then, it was back to black; that darkness of his room was more preferable than the endless ones in his dreams.
So he decided– it’d be smarter just to talk it out with someone. And the psychology instructor was just the person he wanted to talk to. It was one of his favorite classes, and he seemed to be very reliable. It wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps it would be a good idea to ask about lost memories as well. Since that was probably what was haunting his nights, like a noose above his head. “Mr. Fitzgerald?” He ducked into class and took a glance about. Oh. He wasn’t there. Maybe outside then?
Humming, he strolled down the hallway, taking in the scenery that spilled from the windows. Lest approached the courtyard, It was then that he saw the same dark figure he was so familiar with from classes. But from behind, Mr. Fitzgerald’s back looked particularly… worn. Shoulders broad and head lowered, back crooked in a relaxed form. Perhaps it was the years that he had on him, that rumored history he had hanging above his head.
“Mr. Fitzgerald? Can I ask a question about our last lecture?”
He retracted it quite fast, but Lest managed to catch a glimpse of that cigarette before it disappeared. Lest supposed he wasn’t supposed to see that– what, with the strict guidelines and procedures of this academy. So he respectfully pretended he hadn’t seen it– can’t particularly judge a man’s past times if it wasn’t bothering anybody, after all.
“If you’re busy though, I’ll come over at another time, haha. Don’t worry about it.”
This old wolf’s tense shoulders relaxed shortly after realizing the person whom came to see him was none other than his student, Lest. He was a rather bright boy, and wrote interesting takes on his essays for class. His mind was quite extraordinary for a boy his age, well-- that’s how the teacher thought on it. Mr. Fitzgerald beckoned for the boy to come over.
“Why hello Lest, pleasure to have you around. There wasn’t much you were interrupting really, just... taking in the fall scenery. And it’s better with good company around. “ Klaus crosses his hands and rests his chin on them, waiting for the student to take a seat.
“Now if I recall correctly, you were asking about something in regards to the last lecture, yes?”
Klaus pondered on what his student may needed. There were a ton of subjects he went over in his class and hopefully it was something he could assist with. The human mind has many more discoveries to unfold, you know.
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