Twenty Eight

Hayleigh’s head was pounding so bad she thought it would explode.

It almost made her want to thrash all the books around her. It was a Saturday afternoon in the university library, though there were still several students around, probably studying for the midterms next week. Thankfully she no longer had that to worry about. Just her stupid thesis revision, which was due in two days.

She’d gone back and forth through her notes and read countless material, but for the life of her she still couldn’t figure out how to translate and compute her data properly. It was the only thing left missing, which was a vital chunk of her paper that couldn’t be ignored.

She wanted to give up. At this rate, it was impossible to submit her revision by Monday. Did she dare ask for an extension?

Hayleigh chewed on her pen. For a moment it had felt surreal sleeping with Rowen again, but come morning she hadn’t felt as affected as she thought she would be. No regrets, no shame, nothing.