She looks at her schedule for the term and smiles to herself.She looks at her schedule for the term and smiles to herself. Her only class on Tuesdays, and the last of two classes on Thursdays, happens to be in the Math building, and since she must stay on campus Thursdays for weekly evening meetings, she realizes just how much time she has to spare for ... other things. It has been a long term, four months since she last saw him. He had left without saying goodbye, even though she had spent day after day passing through the C&D lounge, hoping to see him. Even now there is a nagging voice of disappointment that he won't be there when she gets there. Trying to remain undaunted, she packs her paperwork into her pack and takes another quick glance around her before taking that final walk to the lounge. He is not there. With several hours to go before she must leave for her class upstairs, she breathes a familiar sigh and drops herself and her pack onto an empty couch on the far side of the room, away from the doors, wondering once again how or why he would have left without a word to her. In a way she is surprised at the bitterness of that disappointment, knowing full well that she had once hated him for the bruises and markings left on her body, and the sense of shame he made her feel, shame not only for her actions, but for her enjoyment of their games. Now she would be more than content just to be kneeling at his side, with little more than a casual touch from him now and then as an afterthought. |