Faces
If you walk down a corridor at a certain time, you might see a handsome young man arguing with a beautiful young woman. You might hear the shouts, the pleas cried, the exasperated sighs of passersby. For them, the students, it is a regular occurrence to see the two bickering. But for you, the outsider, something doesn't feel right. Chances are that you'll feel the tension that all assume is there. One in particular wants it to exist, for in that tension she finds comfort, stability. Yet another wants it to disappear, for in it, the tension, he finds misery.
You might think that it is all over when the two depart, walking to their different destinations. But you could be wrong. Unbeknownst to you, maybe the two are often sneaking away from their respective friends, hoping to catch the other alone. Maybe to apologize, maybe to start again. It is very possible that they are frequently distracted in their lesions, pretending to learn everything, other than that which is most important. Immune to the faces they put on everyday, maybe there are the only ones who don't realize the other is fake.
For if you happen to drift through their dormitories late in the evening, you might hear weeping. In another dorm, the rustle of sheets and bedding could alert you of another's restless sleep.
And if the next time you're in that same corridor, you see the same youth grin happily down at the same girl as she smiles sweetly and laughs, maybe you won't be surprised. You could have a feeling that tells you the situation is fixed. You might have a feeling of ear, because everything feels new, unfamiliar.
Or you might have a feeling of giddiness. Maybe they aren't wearing their faces today.
Maybe today things will be as they should.