[Mature Content]
Stuck with knowing the emotions of everyone she ever met, Emilia is brought under the wing of one of her professors in her last year of university. She feels alienated by her abilities because she hasn't ever understood them. When H...
Matt and I were hanging out in the living room before I was getting ready to go to the meeting with Harry and Dr. Topalli. I had washed my hair and put on a little bit of makeup and it was something Matt noticed immediately. I could feel his curiosity rushing out of him.
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"I have a meeting with one of my professors and his fuck wad T.A.," I slipped on a pair of black ballet flats. "Apparently I have potential...whatever the fuck that means."
Matt laughed and I smiled up at him. "Well, you look nice," he smiled at me as his eyes quickly and fleetingly ran over my black t-shirt dress.
"Thanks, I'll fill you in later on all of the bullshit assignments they're going to give me," I chuckled and grabbed my bag to head out the door.
"Bye," Matt yelled as I left.
The walk to Dr. Topalli's office was a long one from my apartment. I usually took the bus, but wanted the exercise. The anxiety had begun to build in my chest wondering what they were going to offer me and as I turned the corner I walked straight into the office.
"Ms. Dowry, Mia correct?" Dr. Topalli looked up at me from sitting at his desk.
"Yes, how are you?" I smiled and took a seat in front of his desk. I looked around his unusually large office and didn't spot Harry. The door shut behind me but I didn't see anyone do it. I turned and looked but Harry was still absent. It was just me and Dr. Topalli.
"Quite well. Listen, I have been hearing raving reviews of you from my assistant, Harry. You know him, yes?"
I sighed and nodded my head. "Yes, I do."
"But I also want to talk about your behavior. Because I've been hearing these reviews, but I also heard the way you spoke to him a few weeks ago and it's not adding up in my head."
My stomach swirled and I felt all of my blood rush from my face. Would he say something about me making him cry?
"Well," I cleared my throat and sat straight in the chair. "Harry and I had an incident earlier this semester outside of school. And I haven't been too kind to him because of it, but I have apologized and it won't happen again."
"And your paper? I read it after Harry came to me to readjust your grade. Are you happy with your grade now, Ms. Dowry?"
"Ugh yes, thank you."
"Good. Now that I know how inquisitive you are and intelligent, I want you to tell me my emotions. What am I feeling, Mia?"
And for the second time, I felt frozen in time. I hesitated and narrowed my eyes. Was he questioning me and my abilities? Did he know?!
"Excuse me?" I frowned and repositioned myself in my chair. "I-I don't know what you mean..."
"What am I feeling, Mia?" he repeated while his eyes stared deeper into mine. A strange mix of fear and anticipation...that was the answer to his question, but I couldn't answer him. I couldn't let him know what I could do.
