The days were like this now, filled with an unnamed dread that weighed upon her shoulders, sowing black bile in the pit of her stomach. Grace struggled to comprehend the lack of control since the beginning of semester. She had learnt to pace her studies, to juggle balls as her brother put it.
Each evening, after her final class, she enjoyed the solitary walk to Central, watching the hordes of commuters as they bustled their way home, enjoying the mental unwind with each step, digesting the sounds and the smells of a city so very different from Shanghai. One more semester and she would return to her homeland, to the house of her grandparents, to the future the family had mapped out five years ago. An accountant in the family would provide stability for generations.
A smile swathed her face as she spied Andrew coming down the concourse toward her.