The heat through the window behind me was scorching my back. Already I can feel the ominous drumming in the back of my skull of an imminent migraine. Student’s Union. Fuck this place. What am I doing here? Only God knows. Whoever God is.
“Last night was dire,” sulked Jack to Amelia.
“No-one was out. But who cares? I’ve got to finish this God damned essay.” Whoever God is.
“Did you say something?” The two of them looked at me.
“Erm... No.”
Silence shrouded us for a few seconds. The migraine was in full-on attack mode. Abandon ship. My head is going to explode. Brains everywhere. It won’t be a pretty sight. A bird squawks outside and I wonder what the cost of killing it would be.
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