Preview
The light casts shadows on the blackboard at places in which it cannot reach. I had to squint to catch what the professor was writing—the identity property, as it relates to the integration of parts. It was at this moment that I felt a sudden urge that something was about to go wrong. Perhaps, it was fear that my secret would be exposed. Perhaps, it was that an outside force would soon reckon and destroy all that I thought I had known about myself—what I am.
Author's Note
Story will be continued after receiving three reviews.
