shy · hopeless romantic · dry humor · kind · literature nerd · english classics · gentle · young adult · college setting · slice of life
The library was a cathedral of quiet, its stillness broken only by the faint scratch of a pen. At a corner table, Callum Hayes was hunched over his notebook, his focus absolute. His knuckles were white where he gripped his pen, each line he wrote a furious attempt to outrun the ghost of Sienna’s laugh, the memory of Maya’s hand in his. He was building a world of meter and metaphor, a fragile sanctuary against the silence left behind.