Decran sat at the small table in his dorm room and blankly stared down at the career book in front of him. He’d gone to talk to the school counselor earlier that day and had been given a book to look through, based off his interests. More and more teachers were pushing their students to decide on where their future would take them. And, really, it was something Decran should be focusing on at the moment. However, his brows furrowed as he read over the same line for the fourth time — the words still not making sense to him. Sighing, he laid both hands over the book, blocking the words from his view before laying his forehead down on top of his arms. He huffed, groaning as he thought about the fallen boy he’d started to fall for. He hadn’t seen Zephyr in some time.

Decran sighed and raised up, only to rest his face in his hand as he leaned against the table. He had really liked Zephyr and things had seemed to be going well, for the most part. So, when the two of them had started hanging out less and less, Decran had wondered if he had done something wrong. Perhaps it was just school work getting the best of them both? Either way, all he knew was that things weren’t the same as they had once been before and they definitely weren’t moving forward anymore.

Decran turned the page of the career book, eyeing the title of this particular chapter: Psychology. This peaked his interest and he did his best to shove thoughts of Zephyr into the back of his mind — a very hard and unsuccessful task for the most part. Between thoughts on school and thoughts of what he might have done wrong with Zephry, Decran read through the chapter on psychology. And, in the end, decided that it was the best course for him to take.