Chapter 40 Hushed By Librarian

• Burdened by the weight of my heart, laden with the coquettish moments we once shared, and weariness lingering on the edges of my eyes from sleepless nights, I traversed the bustling corridor resonating with the joyous sounds of students. Navigating my way towards the library, I deliberately avoided any interactions with fellow passersby. Upon reaching the mirrored doors of the library, a wave of tranquility greeted me as I stepped inside.
• Within the library's confines, heads were bowed over books, each individual engrossed in their chosen literary realms. Some diligently highlighted lines on the pages, while others swiftly skimmed through the text. Although not inherently a bibliophile, I found solace in the rustic aroma of books and the serendipity that surrounded the library. Strangely, I began to associate the scent of books with her presence.
• Amidst the semi-darkness, illuminated by the warm, yellow glow of the lamp positioned at the center of a table, I leaned in and inhaled deeply, as if her essence lay before me on an altar. With each breath, it felt as though I was intoxicated by her memory, enveloped in the ambiance of the library's embrace.