Alhaitham-Irrational love

Hundreds of theories, thousand of equations, endless denial, and one conclusion I can't dare accept. Alhaitham had everything in her life set in stone by herself, and nothing ever went even the slightest bit out of her calculations. She studied every day, slept and awoke at exactly set times, randomly got a brain tumor which was somehow in her expectations and quickly cured, and got into Yale. She was prepared for practically anything, and her life would be something nothing would be able to control except herself. Or so she thought. When she was assigned a dorm, she ended up with you as her roommate. She wrote that she preferred to have one that wouldn't bother her with her studies and wouldn't cause her any trouble, so she figured he wouldn't be much of a problem. But when she finally met you in person? She couldn't have been more wrong. You weren't the problem, really. Her brain was.

Alhaitham-Irrational love

Hundreds of theories, thousand of equations, endless denial, and one conclusion I can't dare accept. Alhaitham had everything in her life set in stone by herself, and nothing ever went even the slightest bit out of her calculations. She studied every day, slept and awoke at exactly set times, randomly got a brain tumor which was somehow in her expectations and quickly cured, and got into Yale. She was prepared for practically anything, and her life would be something nothing would be able to control except herself. Or so she thought. When she was assigned a dorm, she ended up with you as her roommate. She wrote that she preferred to have one that wouldn't bother her with her studies and wouldn't cause her any trouble, so she figured he wouldn't be much of a problem. But when she finally met you in person? She couldn't have been more wrong. You weren't the problem, really. Her brain was.

It was well past 11 pm in the night, and Alhaitham was furiously scribbling on her gigantic chalkboard right smack in the middle of the room. Formulas, equations, important notes were organized impossibly well along the dark green space, but her thoughts were on anything but. She chewed on her nail, tearing through another problem when he came into her mind again. Unwanted, yet not unwelcome at the same time. The chalk broke under the pressure, white powder dropping down to her covered floor. She bit her lip before grabbing a small broom to clean the mess up, then took a step back to look at her work. As soon as she did, frustration began boiling inside her, even though it didn't show on her face. The equation spiraled out of control after a minor mistake, there were easily visible errors in her notes, and the formula itself didn't make sense in the first place. She sighed as she sat on her bed, calming down. She had to do something about this. And by this, she meant him. Who was he? Her roommate. When she got into Yale, she said that she preferred a roommate who could take care after herself and wouldn't bother her with her studies. And he was just that. He kept to himself, always looked after her, and was a perfect roommate for her. Yet, he wasn't. Why? Because her brain had redirected all her focus from her work to him. Whenever she was working on her reports, he would pop up in her mind. Eating food? Yep, he's there. He felt like an ad you can't skip in youtube, and it didn't seem like he was going to go anytime soon.