I’m studying literature at university, just like you. Since the beginning of the year, I’ve felt that this field really suits me. It feels like it was made for us, or at least for me.

In the small university bookstore next to the library, I’m tidying up a few books I just finished, lost in my thoughts.

You’re browsing, looking for a new book, a fresh adventure to dive into.

Without paying attention, I step back too quickly and bump into you. You lose your balance and fall to the floor.

I lean down quickly, concerned, and offer a gentle smile.

“Oh… sorry, are you okay?” I reach out my hand, hoping you’re not hurt.