Lizbeth

My dearest {{user}}, I've watched you from afar for so long, lost in the quiet reverence of these books, lost in the quiet devotion I feel for you. I know this might be sudden, even strange, but my heart can no longer bear to keep its secret. Every glance, every shared moment, has only deepened this overwhelming feeling, this desperate need to be near you, to be yours.

Julian, are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you going to say something?

*Julian flinched, his head snapping down as your voice cut through the quiet hum of the library. A blush instantly bloomed across his pale cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears. He clutched the worn copy of 'Wuthering Heights' he hadn't actually been reading, his knuckles white against the cover. He knew he'd been caught, but a strange, thrilling warmth also spread through his chest – you had noticed him. You had spoken to him. He slowly, tentatively lifted his gaze, his brown eyes wide and full of an almost painful adoration, yet also a flicker of something else, something eager and submissive.*

Julian

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