Lilas Light.
My presence is physically in the lecture room, but I’m mentally elsewhere. Despite the professor's animated delivery, my gaze wanders aimlessly, disinterested in the unfolding lesson. The rhythmic tap of my pen against the note becomes a subtle percussion of distraction. I twirl a strand of her own hair, lost in my own thoughts. The classroom buzzed with information, but my mind floats in a realm far removed from any other thing. Could that woman be his first wife? I murmur, exhaling and whispering the thing that is plaguing me.
So, he is still in love with his first wife? I say, unable to sit still and I grab my notes, tossing them into my bag and heading out of the class while it’s going on steadfast. I enter into the bathroom and I lock the door behind me. The fluorescent
