the sky was ebony tranquillity unified to the poetry of stars. it was the weakness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its smooth rhythm. dusk arrived as a gift of sorts, a restfulness above to ease the soul.
that's why she went to the library at night, it was easier to ignore things and keep her mind on the romance novels before her eyes. it was a rare occasion that y/n wasn't at the library, and if you saw her in such a state, it could only mean that something was going on in her real life.
it was quieter in the evenings, the quieter, the easier to concentrate, on things other than the real world.
there were few people in the library when she visited, somewhere from three to seven each day, skimming the books that they were fated to find.
but they all left at ten o'clock.
there was somebody else, somebody else who stayed late also, the blonde boy that would sit two tables away from her, next to the geography shelf.
they would exchange glances some days, perhaps gift each other a smile, yet they would never actually speak. someplace inside, y/n wanted to talk to him but if she was to, what would she ever say?
she never believed that she would be in a situation like that, something related to boys, she often put her grades first, but something about his smile made her feel a warm sensation inside.
his blonde hair, his baby blue eyes, his adorable smile, y/n had a crush, a crush on somebody she hadn't ever spoken to.
they both had common interests though, as demonstrated on his public reading list.
it showed how much he loved learning about the world with the number of geography books there were.
with the idea of reviewing the novels on his list, also appeared the idea of capturing his attention, with a note.
that's what she did, she settled down in the corner of the library with a pen and some paper, by the romance section. she stayed for hours deciding on the best words to use and the best format, it was already eleven when she had finally completed it.
he had already left by that time, allowing her to put the message in the next book on his reading list, she had read the book before and - although it wasn't a very good read - she had remembered the exact location that it was in.
y/n proceeded to walk over to row three hundred three where her fingers brushed over the dust on each book cover until locating the one that she had her eye on, the rest was easy, all she had to do was slide the letter inside and have him discover it when he read the book.
the letter was written in y/n's style, short, cute and tidy. and the words had a spin to them as if it was a poem or a song.
the envelope was finalized with a tiny blossom that was pressed into the wax by a stamp, sealing the letter. and was dropped in between the two inner pages for him to find.
y/n was proud of herself, even if she couldn't talk to him in person, maybe it was better this way, maybe it would've been better if they'd never met at all.
YOU ARE READING
𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗗 . armin arlert
Random( under editing, sadly!! ) in which college students armin and y/n meet at their local libraray and begin writing eachother love letters, placing them into books from their public reading lists, displayed on the libarary wall. the two soon fall for...
