she’s in a hurry. her bag lies on the bed, filled only with necessities, her most recent
     journal, and a photo of her mother - practically empty, for someone who was about to
      leave her whole life behind. the very last thing she wanted to do was stay, despite the
       best efforts of nearly everyone to make her feel a slight less homeless. 

  there are footsteps on the stairs, and vernal panics. she rushes to grab the bag and pushes
  it underneath the bed with more force than necessary, resulting in a resounding crack that
 makes her heart stop. there goes the glass, i guess. vernal takes a breath, trying to still her
  shaking hands before answering the door.  

       ‘ can i… help you, professor? ‘ // @soulsmerged