Across the wall of the college was written the three words. Centuries old and carved straight into the gossamer marble, those words had watched thousands of running feet, meeting lips, wanting eyes. The centuries had passed at the foot of the future and students grinned in unison at their intricate lives of work and play.
Her loud steps crept into the quad as her tears died away. “Hope” called the message in dulcet airs.
AMOR OMNES VINCIT: love conquers all.
And that's what she had to tell the professor.