quietbylenora
She's a librarian who lives in the hush between pages, a woman who wears silence like silk. He's a musician adored by many but haunted by the spaces between his songs. When their paths cross in the soft flicker of a bookstore, a spark lights not loud and blazing, but low and steady - the kind that waits, the kind that lingers.
This is not a love story built on grand declarations. It's one made of glances held too long, pages read aloud, and the kind of distance that makes closeness unbearable.
In a world that demands noise, they find each other in the quiet.
And in that quiet, something begins to bloom.