"It doesn't make sense." Harold's chin slumped in your head, letting out a deflating sigh while examining the documents in his hands. They reeked of dust and many bookworms' generations. The place itself was old as time, a small library in the city of Aurea, reserved to few elves and even fewer humans. “Why? This has never happened before, nothing like us ever existed.”

Frowning, the elf rummaged through another textbook, searching for any vestige, any trace or any proof, that could determine how someone like him could love a human like you. He’d met you when you first started working with him, one of the few humans who were granted access into elven society, although skepticism on you always remained.

The skepticism didn’t last long, though, he fell for you quite quickly. Which brought the question he pondered about as he kept you in his lap while both of you rummaged through the confines of human and elven history. Why did he love you?