Where light fades and shadows whisper, the truth lies Eclipsed.
? It includes dark academia, cosmic forces in form humans and parallel universe.
#11 in hiddenidentity
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After hours of grueling college lectures and an intense project discussion with the professor, I finally allowed myself a moment to breathe.
I sank into a chair in the library, choosing my favorite spot by the curtain wall. The soft glow of the afternoon light filtered through the sheer fabric, casting a golden hue over the shelves.
I exhaled deeply, trying to ease the weight pressing on my mind. Between the constant chatter of students and the hum of the day’s busyness, my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
With a fleeting thought, I pulled out my phone and typed a message in our group chat:
"Guyss, professor validated our project. 🥳"
Satisfied, I set my phone down and gazed out the large window. The scene outside was serene - a vast expanse of green grass stretched toward the horizon, framed by a grayish-blue sky smeared with fog.
The view always had a way of calming my nerves.
I leaned back, letting the peace wash over me, when something caught my eye.
A lone figure moving briskly across the open lawn. My breath hitched.
It was him. The Head Professor of our project department.
He’d been missing all morning, and I’d had no choice but to show our project to the assistant professor instead.
Seeing him now felt like a stroke of luck, or I can say fate.
Without thinking, I jumped to my feet, grabbed my bag, and hurried out of the library.
The moment I stepped outside, the cold air wrapped around me like a sharp blade. It bit through my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t stop.
My shoes crunched against the dewy grass as I ran, the scent of fresh earth filling my lungs.
“Professor!” I called out, my voice cutting through the stillness.
The figure didn’t stop. His steps quickened instead, as if he hadn’t heard me.
I pushed myself to run faster, the wind whipping against my face. My heart pounded, not just from exertion but from something else, a strange sense of urgency.
“Professor Stewart!” I shouted again, louder this time.
Finally, he paused and turned to look at me.
I stumbled to a halt in front of him, my breath ragged. His face was calm, but his eyes… they seemed distant, almost detached.
“Good afternoon, sir,” I said, forcing a smile through my uneven breathing.
“I wanted to show you our project. It’s about—”
Before I could finish, he interrupted me, his voice clipped. “Yes, yes. That’s fine. I’ve already seen it.”
