🌼 lil something I’ve been working on 🌿
Muffled typing and twirling of paper were barely heard over the professor’s demanding voice, slide to slide flickered across the wall behind him hypnotically.
“-who can now explain the concept?” His eyes washing over the room drenching it in eery silence. Raising her pale arm carefully as if it was a sin to move his eyes grew threateningly.
“Ah! Yes, Ms….?” His voice sank as his hand twirled gracefully in a beckoning manner, eyes turning to dark slits.
“Iris, Iris Caster” straightening her back as she spoke in a hidden shaken tone his arms opened wide as he smiled at all the students sarcastically
“well, Iris,- the stage is yours”
Rising from her seat fingers levelled on the cream coloured desk in an attempt to balance, she watched as his head tilted back and his eyebrow raised amused.
“Space, areas where we would like to think there is nothing there, it is never empty. Pairs of particles will come into existence from the energy being produced, one of the particles made from matter and one from antimatter. Once these touch they explode and, woosh–” Waving her right arm off to the unknown her eyes following “they disappear.” Eyes coming back to look at the now expressionless face of the professor before her as her arm fell back to the desk.
“Dismissed.” The cold words seeped from his teeth.
Shuffling of papers, laptops, and chatter filled the once quiet room cleaning it from the tense atmosphere. The late lecture had weaved into the late hours of the night, stars beginning to lace themselves through the night sky. Following the crowd, quickly not wanting to get lost, Iris found herself lost in a daydream, her feet moving on auto-pilot. Clutching her laptop close to her chest, huddling away from the unforgiving cold, her soft lips became a chapped pale colour. The flashing outline of a red body upon the traffic light took her focus as her fragile body leaned against the lamppost on the opposite side of the street. Warm breath fogged the air in front of her pale face; letting her head fall to face the ground as thoughts roamed her mind. Her head shot up the beeping of the traffic light singled that it was safe to cross, the isolated roads echoed with her footsteps as she crossed the street causing her hair to stand up upon her arms.