*Caterina*
As a college student, there was really no better feeling in the world than finishing up with finals and knowing that the semester was truly over. Naturally, the only thing better than that was that I’d gone ahead and aced all of them, which I happily had.
Maybe all that arguing with Elio before inspired me to study harder just to prove him wrong. The second he’d marched out of the house, I had permanently planted myself at the table and dove right back into my studies. Only resurfacing for occasional food breaks and sleep, my mind revolved around nothing but my classes for the rest of the semester.
My anger was what fueled me. But the moment my finals were finished, I felt utterly drained. My body was physically exhausted, and my head throbbed from the lack of sleep. I was more than happy to let myself crash the moment it was all over.
