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I sat next to politely introduced herself. She
walked out with me as I hurried to admissions office.
    After
I had gotten a map and some information papers, I went to see where
the cafeteria was. I decided to grab the sandwich I purchased and
took out my route to continue the rest of my tour. Passing the
athletic department, I stumbled upon a beautiful botanical garden and
was glad I found an unexpected peaceful sanctuary. I sat down on one
of the small benches.
    Realizing
the clear sky had returned, my eyes suddenly noticed the beautiful
and peaceful setting. The vibrant nature landscaping which was a
perfect contrast to the dull buildings—which now looked like
they blended together harmoniously. I felt a spark of serenity engulf
me—kind of like that cozy feeling you feel when you hear a
familiar song back from your childhood.
    A
few minutes had passed before I grabbed my phone to check the time—It
was eight thirty. I was glad I had another half an hour. I didn‘t
want to leave yet—the smell of flowers tickled my nose; patches
of color where everywhere—beautiful violets scattered between
rocks in varying sizes and textures. Wildflowers grazed some of the
flat grounds as well as the distinct bold colors that grew on
terrains. There were ponds with lilies. Cascades of blooms hung
thickly under the lush of greens that bordered the maze-like
perimeter. Being here made me feel extra ordinarily peaceful. I felt
very grown up. I could definitely get use to this.

    Blazing H ot , Ice Cold Eyes

    I walked
about two buildings down to the medical building. The path that led
to the whitewash hall was long and narrow. As I entered a massive
room, full of aspiring medical students, an immediate shock of
adrenaline spiked through and coursed through my veins.
    I
instantly spotted someone familiar—someone I thought I would
never cross paths with again. It felt almost strange how my eye
automatically flickered in his direction—like
my sixth sense had kicked in at the mere proximity of his presence.
The room was large and practically full, but my eye automatically
went to him almost
instinctively.
    Although
I couldn’t see his face—his dark brown, thick, wild, but
all too perfect hair caught my eye; It was a couple of inches high,
smoothly swept to the back, though several strands had managed to
bend in different directions, making me realize that no gel or
hairspray had held it. Keep
calm. He probably won’t even notice you. My
thoughts were conflicted. My stomach twisted—wrenching tighter.
My anxiety building. I stopped breathing for a brief second and
gulped dryly. My throat burned hot. My lips felt cracked, I moisten
them, biting inward.
    From
the corner of my eye, I focused on him again. One of his hands were
on a tight grip, the other was busy writing something on a sketchbook
or maybe a journal. It reminded me of my mother’s journal. He
was sketching so intently that he never gazed up in my direction to
see who had gone in.
    As
I assessed him further, I felt a thud in my heart—strong—almost
violent. Something inside me, felt very much intimidated by him, and
after the encounter we had a couple of days ago, being in the same
room was the last thing I was prepared for.
    What
are the chances of him being in here? I thought. I quickly shoved my
shallow suspicion—realizing that his presence might have been
an easy coincidence. Maybe
he won’t really remember the incident…or me .
I felt a little torn by the thought. A part of me wanted to know more
about him. But something in me was genuinely afraid—really—really
afraid. What a strange thing to feel.
    And
even though, I was intrigued by the mysterious stranger, I decided
not to fill my curiosity—instead, I quickly rationalized the
reasons why I should avoid him. I
bet he was used to all sorts of attention from girls, knowing that he
was insanely good looking. I wasn’t afraid of him either,
obviously he had issues about something that I knew nothing about