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Many of us have a lot of unfinished works just sitting around. Many of those works will never be finished. This is a shame, but that is the way it goes ( Read more... )
Many of us have a lot of unfinished works just sitting around. Many of those works will never be finished. This is a shame, but that is the way it goes ( Read more... )
Ariadne wasn’t immune to the mystique of Arthur. She got the texts, the pictures, and she listened to the stories that were usually just retellings of simply being in his presence. When a fellow major found out that the final projects from a class he had been in the previous spring were on display in some far flung administrative building, she joined in with a group of at least ten others to make pilgrimage there.
The months passed, Ariadne settled in, and his glamor began to wear thin. She had yet to have a personal encounter. A few times she had spotted him leaving exiting the architecture building from a room on the second floor where she had a beginning theory class, but nothing more direct. Without affirmation, she was beginning to lose her admiration for Arthur and growing distant from her still rapt classmates in the process.
“Did you see who’s paper the registrar sent out as a model for the grant applications?”
“Arthur’s,” Ian and Michelle agreed in union. They were looking quite chummy so soon after her break up with Spencer.
“Has anyone read it yet?”
Ariadne shrugged and pushed her salad around, hunting for the last tomato. She had received the email in the wee hours of the morning and spent hours reading and rereading the details of the grant application instead of finishing a paper on The Oresteia
“I’ve read it. It isn’t earth shattering, but I can see why they gave it to him.”
“They gave it to him because he’s Arthur,” Michelle said, sniping the tomato from Ariadne’s salad before she could spear it.
“So what? Just because he’s Arthur doesn’t mean that he should get everything. There are other really good students in the department.”
“Like you?”
“I guess.” She looked down at her salad. Ariadne knew she was one of the better students in the department, but would never say it of herself. This was the first time she had heard it said out loud.
“Does that mean you’re applying for the grant?”
“I wasn’t planning on it, since they’ve never given it to a freshman, but why not.”
“Good luck,” Kate said.
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Ariadne checked her watch again once she had all everything packed. She had five minutes until the library went into lock down, plenty of time to make it out. Saturday morning was her preferred time to visit. She didn’t have to compete with any other students for the books they all needed, but the library didn’t have enough copies of, nor did she have to deal with the noise.
“Hold the elevator,” someone called from the stacks.
Ariadne put her hand against the door frame of the elevator and leaned out. She had thought that she had been alone in the stacks. It had been so quiet and neat. Whoever it was was deathly quiet in their movements.
Her heart stopped when Arthur emerged from the stacks.
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