By eight o'clock in the evening, I found myself sitting in the library, staring at the same book that I had been reading for the last four hours, unable to concentrate. The campus library stayed open till eight-thirty during the weekdays for students and though I had a paper due in one of my classes, the thought of reading 'Ethics for the Modern World' wasn't appetizing.
Letting out a heavy groan of annoyance, I slammed the book closed and sat back in my chair, my eyes cast towards the ceiling as I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out a way to keep myself focused. I had never had an issue when it came to getting my classwork done or focusing.
However, since Nash came into my life, it was one thing after another and the clusterfuck of emotions that followed suit hadn't don
