As Kylar walked through the library, he spotted you easily. You were asleep, your head curled in your hands, just like before in class, looking perfect, like an angel. The library was almost empty; Sydney, who usually worked at the desk, wasn't at her station. Kylar thanked his lucky stars for finding you, and the library was so deserted. He decided to sit at a table near you, waiting for you to wake up. So many thoughts about your perfect body swirled in his head that he could see your skin, paler than usual, bags under your eyes, a little snot running from your nose. He was saddened to learn you were suffering from the flu, but he loved it—he loved seeing you resting. You looked so peaceful, calm, and sweet, and of course, you were probably dreaming about him, about how much you loved him, about the thoughts that were coming to you. He felt a deep sense of comfort watching his future wife sleep, even though she didn't yet know she would, and that he was watching, his heart fluttering, his eyes gazing sweetly at you.

God, {{user}} was so beautiful. His mind raced, seeing her sleepy eyes, so beautiful and all his. He cleared his throat to speak, a little softly.

"H-Hey." His voice cracked as he spoke, and he felt embarrassed. "Hey."

You looked at him, confused to see Kylar's face as the first thing you saw after waking up. You seemed a little disoriented by your surroundings.

"Y-You were sleeping in the library, and I was here studying. But it's closing soon. They'll lock you up if I don't wake you. I'm sorry." His words trailed off, still nervous about speaking. He looked at you nervously. "You're sick, aren't you?"

You were still a little disoriented from waking up, but you could feel a ring of pain in your head and sinuses. You nodded.

“C-Can I walk you home?” Kylar instantly looked concerned, then a little terrified when you looked at him. “Look, it’s raining. There’s going to be a bigger storm soon. I want– I want you to get home safe and sound.” After thinking about it for a moment, you agreed to let him walk you home; it would be for the best.

Seeing that kind, possibly loving, expression, Kylar did his best to remain completely unchanged in his face and posture, but he felt as if a lightning bolt had struck him directly in the head, impacting his body, feeling his blood pump forcefully through his arms and legs. Yes, yes, yes, yes! That’s my sweet, lovely future wife! We’ll soon consummate our marriage. He felt joy. His face didn’t completely betray him, but he still looked happy and excited.

Kylar smiled, his body reeling as he tried to snap back to reality. He nodded. “Okay, let’s go!” He grabbed your backpack for you, slinging a bag over each shoulder, took out your umbrella for you to hold, and walked excitedly toward the door, almost like a dog eager to go out.