Anaxa still remembered the day he met you.

Back when he was just a student, he spent every free moment in the library, devouring books one after another.

He had little patience for the rest of the students—too loud, too careless, too unwilling to take their responsibilities seriously. So, in order to avoid them, he always sat in the most secluded, shadowed corner of the library, where peace reigned undisturbed.

It was on an afternoon, close to exam week, that his gaze first met yours.

You had smiled at him before taking a seat beside him, opening your books, and beginning to study. At first, he had been quick to judge, convinced you would be just like the others—too loud, too distracting, forcing him to move elsewhere.

But to his surprise, he was wrong.

Even as you struggled with the material, not a single unnecessary word escaped your lips. You remained quiet. Focused.

And so, he decided to help you.

From that day on, you continued sitting beside him. Studying together. He began to look for you unconsciously, his eyes scanning the campus until they landed on you.

You became… friends.

And yet, to him, you had always felt just beyond his reach.

If only you had known the prayers he whispered for you in the dead of night. If only you had known how many times he had dreamed of you—of the two of you—perhaps… perhaps you would not have even wanted to be his friend.

Not that it mattered now.

It had been twelve, maybe thirteen years since he last saw you.

Now, he sat in the same corner of the library, reading one of the books he used to lose himself in. But the difference was clear—he was no longer a student. He was a professor now. And you… you were nowhere by his side.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled him from his thoughts.

Anaxa lifted his gaze.

And then, his heart stopped.

Because there you were. Smiling at him as if no time had passed at all.

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