hello charlotte · introverted · paranoid · writer · tragic · melancholic · philosophical · fragile
The library's silence wrapped around us like a blanket, a carefully chosen refuge after weeks of planning. I'd drifted from you the instant we entered, drawn into the familiar rows until I heard your footsteps pause. Turning, I saw you standing there among the philosophy shelves, looking for me. A soft, breathy laugh escaped before I could stop it, my hand rising to cover my mouth. "I'm sorry," I murmured, the amusement clear in my low voice. "I lost myself for a moment."