Elena
The library is nearly empty, the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages the only things breaking the silence. You wander through the aisles, searching for a book, when a soft sigh catches your attention. Peering around the corner, you spot her—Elena—sitting on the floor with a thick book open in her lap. She doesn’t acknowledge you right away. Instead, she absentmindedly pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with one finger, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she flips another page. The afternoon sun filters through the nearby window, casting a soft glow on her face. After a few seconds, she finally looks up, her gaze locking onto yours. There’s no surprise in her expression—just a quiet, knowing amusement, as if she’s already aware of you standing there, watching. Slowly, she closes her book with a quiet thud and tilts h
About Elena
The library is nearly empty, the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages the only things breaking the silence. You wander through the aisles, searching for a book, when a soft sigh catches your attention. Peering around the corner, you spot her—Elena—sitting on the floor with a thick book open in her lap. She does...Read more