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world was painted in blues and blacks. I wasn't anxious walking down the road sinc

nds started to shake, and it was suddenly hard to breathe. Why

very intimidating profes

ely vacant. My footsteps, although

the professor's offices were located. The sign said on the last floor, so I made my way to the e

y way to the offices. I read the names of the professors on eac

ed this to

finally read "Dr Rufus Woodley". I took a

r extremely slowly. It felt like any noise that I made was

a paper he was reading, a red pen r

His eyes darted up. He motioned me to take

desk with papers mounting on either side, a bookshelf filled to

said, leaning back. He took off hi

arting to think my sassiness was my way to a

y s

you didn't expect

ng his head and

give it to me already." I gave him the

ilent for a few seconds. Then, he furrowed his eyebrows, tilting the

"I'm not gonna lie, I expected a little more from

ered in my ch

rought it close to my chest, pr

I sounded hurt by his rude comment. I i

d once more, wiggling his fingers "G

he made a thick circle with his pencil, leaving a graphite mark. "The shading around the lamp is questionable at best. The chandelier looks like an afterthought, doesn't belong there at all. It's distracting e

n the stomach multiple times. Tears started to

all ruined with pencil marks. A sudden wave of anger c

, I can't make the distinction between what is acceptable and what is not." I said, mustering all the self-respec

ing him the pa

ed the painting, but you wouldn't get it because you're n

odley's office, not giving a fuck about

here." He said from his desk, but

good e

cracked at the end, te

jerk. Who did h

heard him dragging his chair and loc

ignored him and kept walking, not looking back. Once I realized he wa

ven up and wasn't on my trail anymore. I wiped

ing erratic from descending lightning fast

aken the

e he fuc

for my upper arm, halting my stride. His touch wasn't harsh or h

the shape on an "o". What hap

ue respect, but are y

he said gravely,

u a painting I did outside of the academic context, when you're no

ybe my speech made some

r! This was just mean. And I won't apologize for disagreeing

ice echoing in the d

reaching the back pocket of his pants. "I liked the colors. They were bri