the progress project [3]

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yuli

her roommate is out, thank god, and she's currently writing a paper for her psychology class with only three sentences. her phone buzzes, her hand flying to grab it for a distraction and any excuse not to work.

text message from: atília

how is the essay coming
along?

uggggggghhhh

so... not well?

not at all. i can't focus

i can be over in four minutes?

yes please

a knock on her door interrupts her, and she gets up with furrowed brows to answer it. atília said four minutes, but... her hand turns the knob...

"yuleysis, hey..."

and her heart sinks to the floor.