[BXBXB/POLYAMOROUS]
Oliver knight loves reading fiction stories no matter how cliché they are. Although he never understood why the main character never chose both of the romantic choices; leaving one of them with a broken heart.
So, when he has a...
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Elijah sat hunched over his laptop, the screen's glow casting an eerie light on his furrowed brow. Job listings scrolled past like specters of opportunity, each rejection letter a fresh sting—he knew he must have a reputation. His mounting frustration was palpable. His room, dimly lit and cluttered with textbooks and papers, felt more like a cell with each passing moment
"Is there a secret handshake I'm missing?" he muttered, fingers dancing across the keyboard in a futile ballet. His eyes burned from hours of searching, yet he couldn't tear himself away from the screen.
The universe seemed to revel in his plight, each obstacle an echo of laughter in the vast void of joblessness. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack made entirely of 'no's. The more he tried, the more it felt like a cosmic joke at his expense.
"Just one job," he pleaded to the indifferent screen, sarcasm lacing his desperation. "Is that too much to ask?"
He snapped the laptop shut, its click echoing in the silence like a judge's gavel—case closed, no appeal. The weight of defeat pressed down on him, heavy as the textbooks he no longer had the heart to open. The room felt smaller, the walls pressing in with the weight of his failures.
Backpack slung over one shoulder, Elijah stood and faced his cramped dorm room—the walls closing in like the future he couldn't seem to grasp. Posters of motivational quotes seemed to mock him now, their bright colors a stark contrast to his dark mood.
"Time for some fresh air," he declared, stepping into the chaos of campus life. Students bustled by, each absorbed in their own dramas; squirrels scampered with enviable purpose. The campus was a whirl of activity, a vibrant tapestry of lives intertwining in ways Elijah could no longer relate to.
Elijah chuckled despite himself. "Maybe I should ask them for career advice," he mused, watching a particularly plump squirrel dart up a tree with the confidence he sorely lacked.
As he approached his first class, dread settled in his stomach—a familiar foe. The halls echoed with scholarly chatter, but all he heard was the ticking clock of his own uncertainty. Each step felt heavy, his future a nebulous haze.
"If I hear 'think critically' one more time..." he grumbled, hands buried deep in his pockets as if searching for answers. His mind raced with worries about his mounting debt, his uncertain future, and the relentless pressure to succeed.
But as he stepped into the classroom, he was greeted by an unexpected sight. The walls were adorned with brightly colored posters advertising various student clubs and organizations, each one promising adventure and excitement. The vibrant displays were a stark contrast to the usual sterile environment, and they caught his attention immediately.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like the universe might be throwing me a bone after all," Elijah mused, a glimmer of hope flickering within him like a tiny flame in the darkness. The posters showcased a range of activities—from hiking and photography to debate and community service. Each one seemed to whisper a promise of escape from his current monotony.
