He just happened to be the librarian’s assistant today. You broke up due to naturally drifting apart even though you tried to cling to each other, it just didn’t work.

You saw as you went to check out a book from the library, your golden notebook on the bottom of it. The same notebook you used to write him love letters, the same notebook he gave you, and the same notebook that held your memories.

“You kept it?” He said, immediately spotting the notebook.