Yikes.
Anyhoo.
The road was washed yellow with the approaching headlights, and then like a receding tide it was all glossy black and white stripes. The boy walked along the dark road back to his dormitory, and there was nothing new nor interesting about the day. The weather was okay, the school work was piling up as usual, and there were butterflies in his chest because of that one beautiful girl. But it was all normal, all regular, because the next day he would do the same thing, he wouldn't deviate from his path. He would conform, and be like everyone else.
That is, until the aneurysm.
The next couple of weeks were a blur. He couldn't understand, didn't understand. He was very sick, he knew. His school work would strangle him, he also knew. But if he took it easy and did it right he would be back on his feet again. This was all he cared about. He didn't know what had truly happened till he got back into class.
He discovered he could do anything he wanted to. Nothing scared him anymore, nothing confused him anymore. He thought he was damaged, but then figured out a way to use it to his advantage. He posted all the poems he had left on the bottom of his drawer rotting and collecting dust. He began to run everyday. He kept his room pristine, he took care of himself, simply because he wanted to. He did everything and anything that he would've originally swallowed a pill of pessimism and washed away with a drink of rationalism.
The weird looks he got didn't phase him the least bit, and though it was all amazing when he was the top of his class and suddenly popular, he's seeming apathy extended to the achievements as well. It was a bit depressing, and he slowed down his sudden change a little. And then he remembered he had one last thing to do. She was still there. And she would solve his problem.
He found it funny that his throat was dry again, and his stomach had butterflies once again. The strange shield of the brain anuerysm had faded away, and he was happy as he headed towards her one day after class. He asked her out. She answered him.