Mluesomething7
The rain was falling softly when Aarya first saw him at the old library. She was sitting in the corner, surrounded by books, trying to escape the noise of the world. Reading had always been her safe place.
Suddenly, someone sat across from her. When she looked up, she saw a tall boy with tired eyes and a quiet smile.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked.
Aarya shook her head and went back to her book, but she couldn't focus anymore. The boy opened a notebook and began writing something quickly, as if he was afraid the words might disappear.
Days passed, and they kept meeting at the same library table. They didn't talk much, but there was a strange comfort in the silence between them.
One evening, the boy finally spoke.
"I come here because writing helps me forget my problems," he said.
Aarya smiled softly. "I come here because reading helps me understand mine.