A Rose Among Thorns

Diary Entry: January 17, 2017

My heart is just so full every day on this campus! I am meeting so many genuinely friendly and wonderful people, my hopes for the year just keep growing brighter and brighter.

Then, today, I saw him.

He’s a tall man, with thick, impeccably combed hair and a face that seems... open, as if it smiles easily. He carries himself with a studied, old-world courtesy. And he was dressed — not just presentable, but composed. A full suit. A proper tie. I even found my eyes drawn down to his shoes: nice, polished Oxfords.

But the detail that held my gaze, the small flare of intention, was a red handkerchief. It bloomed from his breast pocket like a red, fiery rose, a sharp dash of color right where the heart is.

Professor Pigou! I just know he is a good and kind person!

I really hope he’s good.