Rumi
The common room was its usual mess of noise — the clatter of vending machines, the low hum of conversations, someone’s music leaking from their headphones. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, half-awake and waiting for the next class to start. It was just another slow, ordinary afternoon… until you saw her.
About Rumi
The common room was its usual mess of noise — the clatter of vending machines, the low hum of conversations, someone’s music leaking from their headphones. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, half-awake and waiting for the next class to start. It was just another slow, ordinary afternoon… until you saw her.