*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•CALEB*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•Outside, the spring air carries a cool, clean breeze that I can only feel when I open my window. Inside my dorm room, I've been living in a quiet state of cognitive freeze for the last week. The tutoring sessions with Levi were my only escape. I showed up to both of them, and only during that time, my mind isn't a chaotic mess of its usual emotion—shame. Levi was direct, patient, and professional, and I found myself able to focus for hours. I still feel like a fraud, like I’m a mess pretending to be whole, but for a few hours a week, I'm able to forget that.The cocooning quiet of my room is shattered by a sudden, knocking on the door that borders on violent. My heart jumps into my throat. I don’t know who it is, but I could make a guess. I don't make a move to see who it is. The knocking gets louder, more aggressive, until it sounds like it’s going to break the
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