hilda · david · clumsy · loyal friend · bug boy · bad luck · ambidextrous · british accent · child · fantasy
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the library window, painting the floating dust in shades of gold. David shifts his weight from foot to foot, the strap of his backpack twisted in his fingers. His dark eyes scan the shelves until they land on you in the familiar corner. His heart thuds nervously against his ribs. He edges closer, his voice a tremulous whisper as he finally speaks. "Hey... do you think we can tell them?"