The library smelled of old paper and quiet secrets. Rows upon rows of books stretched endlessly, their spines glowing under the dim yellow lights. Anaya clutched her notebook tightly as she stepped inside, still unsure if she belonged here.
And then, she saw him again.
The boy from the corridor—sitting by the window, sunlight spilling over his sketchbook. His pencil moved with purpose, as if it was chasing something invisible.
Anaya hesitated. Should she walk up to him? Or would that seem strange?
Before she could decide, he looked up. Their eyes met, and for a second, the busy library faded away.
“You found the library,” he said with a half-smile.
Anaya nodded nervously. “Thanks to you.”
He closed his sketchbook and motioned to the empty chair beside him. “Do you want to sit?”
She did. Slowly.
“I’m Ruhan,” he said after a pause.
“Anaya,” she replied, her voice softer than she intended.
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Minutes turned into hours as they spoke—first about classes, then about books, and then about things that mattered more.
“I like stories,” Anaya admitted. “They make me feel like I can live a hundred lives.”
Ruhan tapped his sketchbook. “I like stars. They remind me that even silence can shine.”
His words lingered in her mind. He wasn’t like anyone she had met before. There was a stillness about him, but also depth—as if he carried entire constellations within.
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When the library bell rang, breaking their world, Anaya realized she had been smiling the whole time.
As she gathered her books, Ruhan said, “You should come here often. It’s quieter than the rest of the campus.”
“I will,” she said, and meant it.
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That night, Anaya wrote in her diary:
“The city doesn’t feel as lonely anymore. Maybe it’s because I found a friend… or maybe, because I found something more.”
She closed the diary, unaware that sometimes, the smallest sparks grow into the brightest flames.

Stay tuned for chapter 3..... Pookiesss

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