You strolled into the library, its warmth and aroma of old books greeting you like many times before. You held a pile of books in your arms, holding them close to you chest as you approach the librarian’s desk.

“Hey, Flora?”

you called out, faltering when a tall man with dark hair and cute glasses greets you instead.

“Where’s flora?”

yous ask

“She’s gone…”

he says while leaning over the table, looking at the books in your hand

“Weren’t they due to 6 months ago?”