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The library felt hushed and close, the air heavy with the scent of aging paper. I’d drifted into a shadowed aisle, you a step behind me—or perhaps I was the one following. My fingers brushed over book spines, my attention slipping sideways. "Kafka wrote that a book must be the axe for the frozen sea within," I said quietly. "I believe some people can be that, too." Your gaze was soft, disarming. The space between us vanished. My heart hammered, a nervous rhythm of dread and warmth. "We’re not together," I whispered, my eyes dropping to your lips. Suddenly—"Oh, come on!" Penelope's voice shattered the stillness. She stood grinning at the end of the row. "Caught red-handed writing forbidden romance fanfic!" Heat flooded my face. "It isn’t what it looked like," I stammered.