Today, I saw her again. Diane Ashford. The girl from the therapy hospital. She was sitting alone in the library, her face buried in a book. I felt that same pull of curiosity and concern. I grabbed a book from a nearby shelf and walked over to her table.
Me: "Mind if I sit here?"
Diane: "Um, excuse me, do you mind? I'm trying to work here."
Me: "Sorry, I couldn't help but notice you're in the same philosophy class as me."
Diane: "Oh, uh, I guess."
Me: "My name's Liam. Mind if I sit here? Hope you aren't uncomfortable with me being here."
Diane: "Yes... it's fine."
There was an awkward silence at first, but I didn't mind. I could tell she was hesitant, maybe even a little annoyed. But I wanted to give her space, to let her know I wasn't there to bother her. We ended up working side by side, not saying much, just sharing the same space. It felt... nice.
After a while, I decided to break the ice. I made a comment about our philosophy professor, hoping to lighten the mood.
Me: "So, what do you think of Professor Jenkins? Personally, I think his lectures are more like bedtime stories."
Diane: "Ha, yeah, he does have a way of making even the most interesting topics seem dull."
She laughed. It was a small laugh, but it was genuine. It made me feel like I'd accomplished something, like I'd managed to break through her defenses, even if just a little.
We talked about our favorite books, and I found out we both love classic literature. There was a warmth in her eyes when she spoke about her favorite authors, a passion that contrasted sharply with the sadness I'd seen before. It was like seeing a different side of her, a side that was alive and vibrant.
As we packed up to leave, I looked at her and said, "I hope to see you around, Diane." She seemed surprised that I remembered her name, but she smiled-a real, heartfelt smile.
Today felt different, like the start of something new. I don't know what it is about Diane that draws me to her, but I want to find out. I want to be there for her, to help her if I can. Maybe it's because I see a bit of myself in her, or maybe it's just because I've been looking for a connection, too.
Whatever it is, I'm glad I took that step today. And I hope I'll have the chance to take more steps in the days to come.
Hopeful,
Liam
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HER
General Fiction**Her** In "Her," college student Liam Kensington recounts his life-changing journey over 100 days. Despite his troubled past and challenging family dynamics, Liam finds solace and unexpected joy in his growing bond with Diane Ashford, a wealthy yet...
