Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The door was shut tight, not a whisper of sound coming from inside.

It suddenly dawned on Roseanne that she hadn't seen Owen for quite a while.

They used to leave their apartments around the same time, often bumping into each other. Recently, however, their paths hadn't crossed at all.

Perhaps Owen was just too swamped with work, practically living in his lab by now.

Roseanne didn't dwell on it too much.

That evening, after spending some time at the library, she returned home around 8 PM.

Just as she entered the building, a figure rushed by her-

It was Owen, out for a night run.

She quickly called out, "Professor-"

But the man, as if he hadn't heard her, kept running.

Roseanne was puzzled. Maybe she had spoken too softly, or perhaps he was wearing earbuds?

Changing into her jogging gear, Roseanne decided to head out for a run herself.

Owen and ask him if

came to purchasing equipment, Owen and Ms.

under the weather recently, frequently visiting

the lab equipment, something they were desperately trying to

with the department clearly favoring Edna, Madeleine wouldn't

what? It would just be

contacting Owen seemed like

some reason, after sending him two messages and making a call, Roseanne

too

chance she had to talk to him was

to meet Corley for lunch the next day, but deep down, she preferred sourcing

why

seemed more trustworthy than Corley, who

too clear, too straightforward, making her

took for runs, Roseanne searched but

with no luck and feeling quite

left her door slightly

she prepared rice and peeled yams, setting them in the cooker a delicious porridge the next morning, she kept an ear out for any sound from next

waiting in vain and having cleaned up the kitchen, Roseanne decided to knock directly, "Mr., Reynolds, are you there?

No response came.

"Professor?"