Anna's POV;
We walked out of the basketball stadium and the recreation center, my mind buzzing with curiosity about where Davis was taking me. I asked him a dozen times, trying to guess, but he just smirked and told me to keep following him. The long pathways twisted and turned through the campus until we reached a towering white building, gleaming in the afternoon light. It was beautiful—like something out of an old movie.
"Just a little further," he said, leading me inside.
The ground floor was a maze of long hallways and grand auditorium halls, probably where big events and ceremonies were held. I followed him into a lift, still trying to figure out where we were headed, but he wasn't giving me anything. He just pressed the button for the fourth floor and smiled like he was enjoying my impatience. I glared at him, half-curious, half-irritated.
When the lift doors slid open, we stepped out in front of a glass door. Through it, I saw the most breath-taking space—polished hardwood floors, plush seating and couches, magazines artfully stacked on a wooden rack, and glass-fronted cabinets filled with books.
"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed, unable to hold back my excitement.
Davis chuckled, clearly pleased with my reaction. We stepped inside, and I noticed stairs on either side, some leading up, others down. He didn't say anything, just started climbing the stairs, and I followed close behind.
As we reached the next level, I found myself surrounded by rows of towering book cabinets, arranged parallel to each other, their shelves packed with every kind of book imaginable, of different courses and genres. The center was open, with tables and chairs scattered across the floor, perfect for quiet study. Off to the sides, tiny cozy chairs with small tables faced each other, creating little nooks perfect for reading.
I was in awe, taking it all in as we walked deeper into the library. It was like stepping into a secret world, one I hadn't known existed on campus.
"See, I knew you'd love it here," Davis said with a grin.
I smiled, feeling the warmth of the space wrap around me. But just as quickly, the mood shifted. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a couple in one of the cozy reading nooks, sitting impossibly close to each other. Their whispered conversation and stolen glances made it impossible to ignore them.
Davis and I exchanged a look—dead eyes, the kind that spoke volumes without saying a word.
"Of course," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. He chuckled softly.
"Come on, ignore them. Let's explore the books in the cabinet for you," Davis said, nudging me back to reality.
I nodded, grateful for the distraction. He led me to a towering cabinet filled with literary treasures. My eyes lit up as I scanned the shelves, seeing familiar names—Shakespeare, Jane Austen, the Bronte Sisters, and Charles Dickens. The cabinet was overflowing with novels, each spine promising a world I could escape into.
I pulled Pride and Prejudice from the shelf, flipping through its pages absentmindedly, more interested in the feel of the book in my hands than reading it just yet. Davis raised an eyebrow.
"Are you gonna take it or read it now?" he asked.
I grinned mischievously and stuck my tongue out. "Let's just take my pictures with this," I teased.
He rolled his eyes but smiled, grabbing his phone as I posed with the book. He started snapping pictures of me by the shelves.. Then, he gestured toward one of the reading nooks.
I plopped down in the nook, the warm lighting and soft chairs making it feel like a scene out of a movie. He took photo after photo, each more aesthetic than the last, until we both started laughing at how serious he was getting about the angles.
"Am I your personal photographer now?" he teased.
"Just for today," I grinned, holding up the book like a prized possession just to stack it back. I found a very interesting book which I wanted to read later, I slyly slid it behind a few other books and turned it around so it was completely hidden from view. Davis laughed at my antics.
"Hey, now let's go grab something to eat. I'm hungry," Davis said after we had spent a good amount of time exploring the library.
"Sure!" I replied, as we stepped outside, chatting about how beautiful the campus was.
As we made our way toward the cafeteria, something caught my eye—a patch of vibrant flower beds along the side of the garden. I couldn't help but shriek in excitement, my eyes lighting up.
Davis immediately recognized that look on my face and sighed, pursing his lips playfully. "Ah shit, here we go again."
Ignoring his teasing, I dashed toward the flowers, taking in their bright colors and fragrance. I glanced back at him expectantly, and he couldn't help but laugh. He pulled out his phone once more and started taking pictures as I posed with the flowers, completely in my element. I had worn a blue jeans and a pretty white top which complimented the bright colours more.
Finally, we sat down in the cafeteria. Davis went to order for both of us, leaving his phone on the table. I scrolled through mine, glancing up occasionally to see him still at the counter.
Just then, a notification popped up on his phone. I hesitated, staring at the screen. He was still far away. I tried to resist, but curiosity got the better of me. I swiped the lock screen, only to be met with a passcode. I twitched my lips in frustration but then remembered his lucky numbers he once told me. It worked.
My conscience screamed at me, but I couldn't stop myself from reading the message. My jaw dropped.
The text was from an old school friend: "This is Nysha with her new guy. She's been cheating on you." Attached was a picture of Nysha kissing someone else.
I froze. Amelia had mentioned rumors about this, but hearing it and seeing it were two different things. Just today, Davis told me he was still with Nysha, even if it didn't feel right. And now, here was the proof—she was kissing someone else without even breaking up with him. I had no idea what to do next...
I was so lost and shocked staring at his phone that I didn't even notice Davis standing in front of me. He sat down across from me with two cold coffees and two plates of pasta. My heart raced as I quickly closed the chat and returned to the home screen.
"What's up?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Nothing," I replied, shaking my head, trying to act casual. I tapped on the camera roll, pulling up the pictures he'd taken of me earlier. "I was just looking at the pictures."
I could tell he wasn't convinced, especially when I didn't hand his phone back right away. He insisted, but I smiled, urging him to relax and just eat.
He picked at his food, but after a few minutes, he grew impatient. Without warning, he reached across the table, trying to grab his phone from my hand. My pulse quickened as I held on tightly, knowing what I had just seen could break him..
Just then, another text popped up. My grip on his phone loosened as my heart sank, knowing exactly what it could be. Davis grabbed the phone, and I watched as the color drained from his face.
His fingers moved across the screen, switching between chats.
"What is it?" I asked softly, though I already knew.
His sad, deep eyes met mine, and he spoke in a low, defeated voice. "You saw it, didn't you?"
I didn't respond, but my silence was enough of an answer.
"There's nothing to hide," he said with a sigh. "I saw it coming. I was an idiot to trust her, to give her chance after chance."
He looked down at the picture again, his expression tightening. I could see the pain in his eyes, a pain I knew all too well. I wanted to say something, anything, but words felt meaningless in the face of his heartbreak. I could only watch as he stood in the same spot I had once been—betrayed by someone he had given everything to.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible String.
Romance"She built a fortress around her shattered heart, each stone laid with ache of love lost. But someone knew her before the walls were raised, he knew her far beyond than anyone else. Even though, she always kept him at arm's length, he danced with h...
