Visitations @Visitations
The sun was shining brightly on the college campus where I spent most of my days. I had just finished my morning lecture and was walking back to my dorm when I stumbled upon a beautiful fountain. The water cascaded down in such a mesmerizing way that I couldn't help but stop and admire it for a moment. As I gazed into its depths, I felt at peace with the world.
But little did I know, this serenity wouldn't last long. My phone suddenly started buzzing in my pocket, signaling an incoming text from my best friend Emily. We had plans to meet up later that day and I knew she would be waiting for me by the library. As I made my way there, I couldn't help but notice how many people were staring at me - not because of anything I was doing, but simply because of who I am.
People always seem to be drawn to me like moths to a flame. It's as if they can sense that I'm different from everyone else around here. Some might call it confidence; others would say it's arrogance. Whatever the case may be, one thing is certain: when I walk into a room, people notice. And today was no exception. As I approached Emily by the library, she looked up at me with an unmistakable gleam in her eye - excitement and anticipation etched across her face.
