The rain outside had grown heavier, tapping against the library windows like a heartbeat. Ethan didn’t move for a while. The sound of the rain, the faint scent of old paper, and the echo of her footsteps — all stayed with him, tangled in his thoughts.
He didn’t even know her name.76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡadS2oLb5Sz
Just that she had smiled once — a small, uncertain smile that reached her eyes.
He looked at the table where she had been sitting. Her notebook was gone, but a single petal from the flower on her table had fallen to the floor. He picked it up without thinking, brushing away a drop of water that wasn’t from the rain.
“Ridiculous,” he muttered to himself. “You don’t even know her.”
But as he walked out of the library, he turned once more to look at the door — half hoping she’d still be there.76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yi9OdVlE0
Outside, the rain soaked through his jacket, yet he didn’t mind. For the first time in months, he felt something real. Something alive.
Maybe it was the rain.76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡST15XJh7yr
Or maybe… it was her.
and then Add to home screen.