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Syd yawned a few times before she managed to drag herself out of bed that morning. She was usually an early riser, but the events of the night before left her feeling more drained than usual. She brushed it off as just being a college thing, and prepared for her day as usual, which meant after a shower and yanking a brush through her hair, she needed hot coffee.  The campus thankfully took care of that.  She dragged herself to the small kiosk that would serve her favorite type of coffee – cheap and strong – but before she could make her way to the counter, she noticed a familiar face in the distance.

They were there last night in the library when that weird thing happened.  While not particularly close, Syd didn’t feel uncomfortable greeting them with a little joke. “You look like crap.” She snickered as she came up to them. “Didn’t get much sleep last night?

It was everything Beau could do to get through his mornings without some hot, caffeinated tea on a normal occasion. The need was only ten times worse he’d spent his night tossing and turning after some strange bullshit he couldn’t explain. He needed to get some work done that day, but first he had to stop to get a drink--or two. He wasn’t sure he’d make it otherwise. His hands trembled a little bit after he’d counted out his money to pay the cashier at the stand; not from nerves, but from a chill he just couldn’t shake. After a few brief moments the barista handed him his tea.

He was nearly startled into dropping it, however, when he heard a familiar voice from not far off. Beau turned to see one of the members of his group for class--Syd, maybe, was her name? He frowned at her words, a little irritated by the joke.

“That was some horror movie shit last night,”  Beau grumbled, wary to admit how freaked out he was about the whole thing, “I can’t explain it. Were you able to get a full’s sleep after all that?”

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Beau was freezing. It was distracting--for some reason, he'd woken up so cold that it was hard to do anything but shiver. Nothing, not even a hot shower, seemed to warm him up. The chill was annoying enough that he considered just spending the day in his apartment. After several minutes of deliberation, however, he decided that wasn't possible. He might not like it, and he might be turning into a block of ice, but Beau needed to get some work done.

Beau couldn’t help but frown up at the interior of the library as he stepped inside. He spent a fair share of his time here, being a solitary guy with a fondness for books. But last night was weird. He’d been dreading meeting with his study group--it wasn’t that he disliked the people. Not really. Group projects were just the bane of his existence. And something about that book they found wasn’t right. The strangeness of it sent chills down his spine. It was like something out of a film. All in all, it was something he didn’t want to think about ever again. 

Beau headed towards one of the quieter sections of the library, hoping to get some work done. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets in an attempt to warm them up a little bit. To his surprise, he saw one of his fellow classmates not far off. Normally he’d avoid people he didn’t know quite well, but something in him felt like he had to see if the weirdness of the night before was some kind of dream.

“Hey there,” Beau hesitated as he looked at them, suddenly not sure exactly what to say, “So. Last night was...interesting”

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His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (via antigonick)

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