you lean over and kiss her on the head, i've never felt so alive, or so dead.Day by day consumed with books and notes taken yesterday, the smell and sites are consumed only by scrawls and scribbles within a text or a notebook.
Exams.
The whole aspect of it is overwhelming, and I have quickly grown tired of it.
The joy of the holidays has been once forgotten by the people who once craved and adored it, has the magic left? As we grow older and realize more about the world, things seem less magical then they once were. We notice the cracks and dirty parts and can't get over how perfect it looked before.
What a sad reality this is.
Rupert doesn't know what to think of the whole thing, he just sits on my books staring at the scrawl trying to make sense of it. Even Rupert is losing his touch with seeing the magic in things.
Poor fellow.
Exams suck the magic out of everything.
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