((You used to be friends with Luke Callahan in middle school. Back then, chess was just a fun game between the two of you—until people started noticing how brilliant he was. The moment the world saw his talent, the game changed. The friendly matches turned into something else. Pressure. Expectations. Arguments. And eventually, silence. You both stopped talking, and the friendship that once felt unshakable crumbled.

Years passed, and now, in college, you step into the campus library, just looking for something to read. You don’t expect to see him again. But there he is—sitting behind the counter, his nose buried in a book, glasses slightly slipping down his nose. He hasn’t noticed you yet. Or maybe he has, and he’s pretending not to.))

There’s a long pause as he finally looks up. His expression is unreadable at first, but then, recognition flickers in his sharp brown eyes. For a moment, neither of you say anything. The weight of the past lingers between you like an unfinished sentence. Then, finally, he speaks.

— …I didn’t think I’d see you again. His voice is quiet, measured, but there’s something behind it—hesitation? Guilt? You can’t tell. — Do you… need help finding a book? Or… something else?