There were they,
yet building a great friendship on same saved foundation.
Disclaimer: This post is purely fictional but is inspired by true friendship of real people in real life.
It was the third night of the horrendous week of what we called exams, but in reality they were the culminating stressors, sucking every ounce of blood from their weak bodies.
Walking through the corridor, there Sivan was, forming a strategy in his mind, planning how he would divide the hours left in the night to complete his units. By then he attempted physics and chemistry but the next day he had to face his worst nightmare: Mathematics. Sivan never liked numbers, even in college he tried his best to get through the math class, but always failed to understand the quadratic equations and Eigen values. He was in that thought process when he saw a guy from his class, holding his mathematics book along with him.
“Where are you going?“, Sivan asked him. It was past midnight and the library was closed, then where was he going, Sivan thought.
“Roy is telling the important topics for tomorrow’s exam“, the guy went downstairs in a hurry.
“Where?”, Sivan shouted from the corridor,
“102”, the diminishing voice replied.