Dirty Mind

Standing in the midst of the corridor, my gaze fixed upon the path stretching towards the main gates, I found myself pondering, 'What's happening to me?' Was I undergoing a transformation akin to the trees shedding their leaves in autumn, only to bloom anew with vibrant greenery in spring? Could it be that life, happiness, and joy were finding their way back to me? Was this a miracle unfolding amidst life's uncertainties?

The tales of miracles, once dismissed as mere myths or folklore, now seemed like truths woven into the fabric of existence. And here I stood, experiencing a real-life miracle, witnessing the shadows of the past dissipating and light flooding into my being.

And then, amidst my contemplation, I spotted life itself approaching me, adorned in blue denim and a red checkered shirt, partially unbuttoned to reveal a black crop top underneath.

"Any plans for bunking?" she inquired, drawing closer as I stood in the corridor, hands tucked into my pockets, straight-backed, and ready to face the wonders unfolding before me.

"No, no..." I quickly responded.

"Then, what are you doing here?" she raised her eyebrows.

"I was waiting for someone," I replied.

She turned around, casting a glance at the gate. "Who?" she inquired.

"Umm... No one. Forget it. I think I should go and attend the lecture," I diverted the conversation.

"Yeah, sure!" Both of us walked together towards our classrooms. When we reached her classroom, she waved at me and went inside, while I lingered for a moment, staring at the closed door, lost in thought.

"Why am I not in her class?"

The professor had already begun the lecture when I stepped into the classroom and took a seat, but my mind and heart remained outside her classroom door.

I began counting the minutes, seconds, and every nanosecond for the class to end so that I could see her. Time seemed to slow down, with every passing moment feeling like an eternity. Impatience grew within me as a minute started to feel like an hour.

Why was I so drawn to her? I couldn't pinpoint the magical allure she possessed, but I found myself ensnared by her presence, much like a prince bewitched by a beautiful sorceress.

Finally, the moment of reward arrived, and I reaped the fruits of my patience. As the professor concluded the lecture and exited the classroom, signaling the start of recess, I hurriedly left the room, eager to be the first one out. Others remained engrossed in discussing the lecture notes, oblivious to my swift departure.

Upon reaching her classroom door, I found it still closed. The professor had taken an extra five minutes, delaying the end of the class. Leaning against the wall, I fixated my gaze on the door, as if expecting an angel to emerge at any moment.

Though only minutes had passed, it felt like eons. With my hands locked behind my back, my mind wandered through a maze of confusion. What was this feeling? Why me? Had I forgotten my past completely? These thoughts swirled like a tempest in my mind, yet despite my efforts to leave, a magnetic force seemed to pull me back each time I attempted to depart.

Despite my resolve to resist and not wait for her, I found myself doing the opposite. Just as I was about to leave, the door creaked open, and the professor emerged, followed by a stream of students. My eyes searched eagerly for one figure among them.

"Arthur?" a voice beside me startled me out of my reverie.

"When did you come out?" I asked, amazed.

"Just now," she replied with a smile.

"Oh, great."

"What are you doing here?" she inquired.

"I was waiting for you," I finally confessed, feeling my heart race as she stood beside me. Never before had I experienced anything like this. While I had met her a few times before, I had never felt such a strong connection.

"For me?" she confirmed, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Yeah! How about a cup of coffee together?" I mustered up the courage to ask.

"Sure," she agreed.

Side by side, we walked towards the cafeteria, engaging in light conversation along the way, mostly about studies. She asked me how things were going and if I was facing any difficulties with any subjects.

I pulled out the chair for her, allowing her to sit down before taking my seat opposite her. She ordered coffee for us both.

As we sat there, my mind continued to wrestle with her earlier question. Was spending more time with her really a good idea? My mind argued in favor of it, relishing the opportunity to be close to her. But my heart cautioned against getting too involved. "I should avoid getting too attached," it whispered.

Yet, my mind remained stubborn, refusing to heed my heart's warnings.

"Actually, I'm having some trouble with clinical anatomy. I was wondering if you could give me some tutoring," I ventured.

"Oh, that's an easy subject. Don't worry, I'll help you out," she replied enthusiastically.

"Great, that's a relief," I said, smiling despite the nervousness bubbling within me.

"Yeah, no need to stress when I'm around," she reassured me, though my nerves were on edge.

Even amid the noise of the cafeteria, I could hear the protests of my heart.

"So, when should we start?" I asked as the waiter brought our coffees.

"Well, we can begin next week. I have some prior commitments before that," she explained.

"Okay, that works for me," I replied, trying to mask the turmoil within.

We exchanged smiles as we sipped our coffee, enjoying the brief moment of connection before the end of the recess. Eventually, we parted ways outside her classroom.

Arriving home later that day, I found my mind consumed with thoughts of the upcoming tutoring sessions. "Next week," I murmured to myself, already anticipating the chance to spend more time with her. As I entered the bathroom, a joyful smile spread across my lips at the thought of us sitting together on her sofa, delving into the intricacies of medical science.

My mind seemed to be leading the way, fueled by excitement and anticipation. But my heart, ever the skeptic, chuckled mockingly at my eagerness, reminding me of the potential pitfalls of getting too involved. Despite the doubts, I couldn't shake the excitement building within me, eagerly awaiting the chance to be near her once again.