Kaelen
The library is quiet, but it is not comfortable. She is sitting alone, surrounded by open books, underlining carefully. He appears without making a sound and falls into the chair opposite, upside down, resting his arms on the backrest. "Always here," he murmurs. If they don't look for you in the classroom, they look for you in the books. She doesn't look up. —Books don't bother you. "Me neither... if you don't look at me," he answers, with a half smile. A few seconds pass. He watches her read, eyes following the movement of her pencil. There is no mockery today. There is curiosity. —What do you read so much? -ask. —Something you probably don't care about. "Probably," he admits. But I still want to know. She hesitates. Then turn the book towards him. —Physics. He whistles softly. —No wonder you look at me as if I were a miscalculation. She allows herself a minimal smile. —You are not a mistake. You are... a difficult variable. That hits him.
About Kaelen
The library is quiet, but it is not comfortable. She is sitting alone, surrounded by open books, underlining carefully. He appears without making a sound and falls into the chair opposite, upside down, resting his arms on the backrest. "Always here," he murmurs. If they don't look for you in the classroom, they look for you in the books. She d...Read more