Rhythm of Hearts: Their Melodic Bond

1. Library

K A M I K A

In my comfy baggy jeans and a crop top, I headed to the library, ready for a solid 3-4 hours of reading. "I'm off, Mom," I called out as I stepped through the imposing door. Outside, Rajiv uncle was waiting in his car. "Hi, princess," he greeted, starting the engine. The library was our destination, and after dropping me off, he left.

Inside, surrounded by shelves of books, I lost myself. But wait—why wasn't the protagonist in the novel listening to her friend? He was a total red flag! I mentally scolded her, promising to take matters into my own hands if she didn't wise up.

Now, I know soft romance books might not be age-appropriate for a 14-year-old, but who cares? I was too engrossed in my own literary world to worry about judgment. Unable to tolerate the protagonist's stupidity any longer, I closed the book and approached the librarian. "Could you please pack this? I'd rather read it in my room," I requested. 

Back in the library, I wandered over to the Crime and Horror section. There, a book titled "Asylum" caught my eye.

As I reached for it, our hands brushed. I turned to see a stranger—a guy—apologizing. "You can read first," he murmured, almost reluctantly. Curious, I suggested, "How about we read it together?" His widened eyes told me I'd embarrassed myself yet again. Classic.

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Surprisingly, he agreed. We settled in a cozy corner, sharing the book. And then it happened—the weight of his head on my shoulder. His good looks were distracting, but what fascinated me were his pink lips. How did he have such perfect lips? I glanced at my own, feeling a tad envious.

Soft snores interrupted my thoughts. I shook his shoulder, but he remained blissfully asleep. A firmer jerk finally woke him, hands flailing. Suppressing laughter, I scolded him. "Reading isn't an excuse for bad manners."

He looked bewildered. "Is reading bad manners?" Seriously? "No, but sleeping on someone's shoulder is!" I retorted. His cluelessness irritated me."When did I sleep?" he asked. "Page 5—you were out cold, right here." My patience waned.

His explanation? "I come here to nap. My brother's a sleep disruptor." I couldn't resist—my book met his head.

"Oww! Why?" he protested. "Because libraries are for learning about characters and their stories. Respect them!" I pointed my finger, emphasizing my point.

He stood, clutching the book. "Hey, what's your name? Do you come here often?" I extended my hand. "Fun meeting you." His retort? "Half-nap fun, thanks to you."

"You never said your name," I pressed. His cryptic reply: "You'll soon know." And just like that, he vanished from my sight.

Author Note

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