At the end of the 3 hours of class, my one desire was for the boredom I felt to have dispelled any of my magical fantasy.

By this time, the sky was clear out, with no trace of clouds or mist and plenty of light came from the classroom window.

"Wow... I didn't expect to start the morning so tediously," Taylor said, when he was far enough from the teacher and the rest of the students.

"I'm lucky, that's it for today..." I said. "I think I can take the afternoon to overcome my boredom."

"I envy you. My torture is just beginning and then I have practice again. Would you mind accompanying me to eat? I haven't had anything for breakfast."

I nodded and we went down to the first floor, where there was a coffee shop that sold cakes and empanadas.

We sat at a table near the window overlooking the faculty garden. People passed by without paying attention to us in our corner.

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Taylor asked, with three empanadas and a coffee in front of him, ready to devour his food.

"Don't worry, I ate in the bedroom ..." I lied. I didn’t feel well and did not want to explain why.

"Not even a coffee? I don't like to eat alone."

I couldn't deny his puppy eyes, so I accepted with a smile.

I bought a coffee and went to sit next to him again.

"The coffee is fine, but we should have a beer together sometime" I said after trying the first sip.

"It is very early," he replied. "Besides, I don't drink alcohol."

"Oh you don’t say! I did not know that."

"I don't tolerate it. It makes me nauseous."

"It must be fun to watch you try to drink, though" I smiled.

"No, Please!!!"

"It wouldn't be good for my body now anyway, I'm drained... Last night I didn't sleep well."

"A lot to study?"

"Not precisely."

I made him come closer by leaning across the table.

"Don't tell anyone, but I had a guest last night," I whispered in his ear.

His face turned redder than his hair, and his body stiffened.

"I know, I saw you go up to your room with a guy," he answered quietly as he sat up. "Don't worry, I won’t tell."

"I thought I was quite stealthy," I shrugged. "Anyway, everyone does it, even if it is prohibited."

Taylor avoided looking me in the eye, focused on the steam expelled by the hot coffee he had barely tasted while stirring it with a wooden spoon.

"I'm a little envious that you have those kinds of experiences..." he said wistfully. I wouldn't dare to sneak someone in my dorm room unless it meant everything to me. So… Is he your boyfriend?

I didn't answer, I didn't know how.

"I-I'm sorry ..." His face turned even redder, which I didn't think possible, and he hid it with his hands. "It wasn't my intention to be indiscreet."

I removed his hands from his face.

"I don’t mind you asking. It's just... He was nobody. "I leaned across the table and spoke into his ear again. "But you ... you're special... Maybe one day we should try to be together."

"L-Lume!!!." He shouted while standing up abruptly. "N-no way!"

"I was joking," I laughed. ."You're pretty adorable though, so I wouldn't mind saying it seriously.."

Taylor got frozen in place in disbelief, but quickly it turned into anger and then into crying.

"It's not fair! You're always hitting on me as a joke... And I..." He brusquely lowered his voice as if he wanted to silence the words coming out of his mouth at all costs. "Maybe... I... I want you to be serious...

Taylor stared through the window at the landscape, maybe thinking that as long as he didn't see me, he wouldn't have to face an answer.

I looked at him, more impressed by what was going through my mind than by Taylor's statement.

But before he could recant what he had said, or I could understand what I was thinking, I took him by the hand and made him follow me silently.

…

We were in a cubicle in the men's bathroom on the third floor, classes on that floor started much later so it was a safe space to do whatever we wanted.

I had Taylor cornered against the wall, nervous and panting.

His gaze did not know where to focus, my lips, my eyes, my chest or my crotch.

He was aroused, and I could feel it as I was teasingly stroking the bulge in his pants.

Taylor had always wanted me, but he was too shy to make any moves. I always knew about it and didn't want to take the first step either.

I considered him too good and innocent for me. I am not worthy of such tenderness.

I was satisfied by drowning my sorrows with nobodies. Since draining my lust helped me block my magic.

But today my animal instinct took control and insisted on doing whatever I wanted, here and now.

To take what has been offered to me so easily and leave his remains in a place like this, appropriate to discard human waste.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. Aware that everything between the two of us would change.

Knowing that he was expecting something more, a deeper connection with me and I just wanted to use him. Part of me regretted that. A stronger part of me didn’t care.

He stared at me. Searching in my eyes for what he longed for. His head leaned towards mine, In the urge for a kiss.

I could feel his breath, and he could feel mine. A sign that we were about to unite our life force, our soul and our body.

When our lips touched, I realized the mistake I had made.

Because I was no longer me. And the world was no longer there.

Softly and Suddenly, I was plunged into the primordial sea of ​​the unconscious. Dragging Taylor with me.