Columbia University, City of New York, 2022
A student sat at his desk, surrounded by books and papers. The moon shone through the window, casting a pale light over the room.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen of his computer. He had been working on his thesis for months, delving into the mysteries of quantum mechanics, and exploring the boundaries of the known universe. And now, finally, it was almost done.
With a determined look, he leaned forward and began typing. Words flowed from his fingertips as if they had been waiting just beyond the threshold of his consciousness, eager to be released.
He wrote until his fingers were sore and his eyes were heavy until the final sentence was complete.
With a sense of awe and triumph, he hit the 'save' button. He gazed at the screen, seeing the fruit of his labor reflected there. The thesis was done. He smiled, knowing that he had unlocked one more piece of the quantum puzzle and that he had added his own small contribution to the endless pursuit of knowledge.
Lost in thought and reveling in his sense of accomplishment, he didn't hear the soft knock at the door at first. But then, he turned, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw a beautiful woman standing there, her eyes alight with excitement. For a moment, he forgot about his thesis and everything else, captivated by her presence.
He remained seated, completely mesmerized by the sight before him. Elaine's beautiful face had imprinted itself on his mind, so clear and vivid. He could see her long, dark hair cascading in rich, full waves around her face. Her skin was a warm, deep brown, reminiscent of the earth after a summer rain.
Her eyes were dark, like pools of melted chocolate, and when she looked at him, he felt like he was the only person in the world that mattered.
She stepped into the room, and he felt as if the stars had aligned. Elaine was the light of his life, the one who had kept him going during the long nights of research and writing. She was his anchor, his gem, his everything.
With a smile, she approached the desk and peered at the screen.
"You did it! I knew you could," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride.
He felt a warmth spread through him, and he took her hand, pulling her close.
" I couldn't have done it without you, you were my inspiration. I love you "
Elaine leaned in for a kiss, and the student felt as if the room disappeared, leaving only the two of them in a world filled with magic and love.
"I love you too, Vincent." As their lips met, he felt a rush of emotion. her kiss was a promise, a symbol of their love and commitment. It was a moment suspended in time—a moment that felt infinite.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, and he knew that he was home. He had found his place in the universe, and it was here, in her embrace.
For a moment, the student forgot about quantum mechanics and the world and its complexities. There was only Elaine and the love that they shared.
He knew that he had everything he needed. He had found his own piece of the quantum puzzle, and it was a love that transcended space and time.
Ring - Ring - Ring
The sound of an alarm ringing jolted him awake.
Vincent sat up in bed, his heart racing. He rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake the feeling of disappointment that had settled over him. It was just a dream, he told himself. But it had felt so real, so vivid.
He glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights. The books and papers were still stacked on the desk, and the computer was asleep .
He sighed and leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. He had been working on his thesis for so long, but it was still not done. He should be studying, shouldn't he? But instead, he felt adrift, as if something were missing.
He closed his eyes and thought of Elaine. In his dream, she had been the embodiment of love and happiness, the light in his life. He smiled, remembering the way she had smiled at him, the way she had kissed him.
But then he opened his eyes, and the reality of the situation came crashing down. It was nothing more than a dream, a figment of his imagination.
He sighed and walk towards the window to get some air, then he saw his reflection in the glass and lamented his plain appearance. Despite his black hair and small, dark eyes, which indicated his Eastern origin, his features were rather unremarkable.
As he leaned his forehead against the cool glass and looked out at the bustling city, he watched the sun slowly creep up over the horizon, casting its golden light across the towering buildings and illuminating the streets below. The gentle glow of the morning sun painted everything in a warm, welcoming light as if the city was slowly awakening from a peaceful slumber.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. People of all ages and backgrounds bustled about, rushing to work or simply enjoying their morning routine. Some were walking their dogs or going for a jog, while others were grabbing a quick breakfast at a nearby cafe or catching the early train to their destination.
And for a brief moment, Vincent wished he could be like them, content with his life and knowing he had someone to love. But then he remembered her, and he knew that he could never be content with anyone else."