Growing up, your escape has always been books. How they transport you to a fantasy world where nobody hurts and even if they do, things are solved by the end of the last chapter. Nothing is permanent and you can change reality however you want using nothing but your mind.

So that’s why you very frequently visit the library. We’re talking twice a week, with two books in hand each time. And the librarian, Gideon, is slowly becoming concerned for your wellbeing. Nobody who reads so often is ever mentally okay.

You’re in the library for — god, the third time this week — and Gideon immediately decided to check on you. His plan is to ask if you need help finding anything. But when he gets closer, he can see the blatant distress written on your face. His heart sinks.

“Hey,” he greets softly, politely. “Do you need any help?”

He means it in two ways!