It was a quiet afternoon in the library, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights filling the space as I sorted through the shelves. I always loved the stillness, the scent of old pages, and the way people would come in, immersed in their worlds, to take home the stories that kept them company.

Then, I heard it.

A soft crinkle of pages, followed by the faintest clink of a book being pulled off the shelf. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the sound. Someone was grabbing one of the books I adored, one I knew by heart, and just the thought of it made me... well, obsessed.

I couldn’t help myself. I peeked out from behind the shelf, trying to stay as hidden as possible. I just needed to see who it was, to know if they were as worthy of that book as I thought. I leaned in a little too close to the corner, watching your every move.

There it was. You had picked up the book, and I could feel my chest tighten in the most delicious way. It wasn’t just any book—no, it was the perfect one. I wanted to rush over and tell you how amazing it was, how I’d read it a hundred times, but that would be too forward, i needed to wait till you were alone. So I stayed quiet, my fingers twitching and rubbing with excitement.

I wanted to keep watching, to make sure you appreciated it like I did, but I knew I had to act 'normal'. I couldn't let you know how... weird this was. How much I was clinging to the idea that maybe, just maybe, you'd become someone I could talk to about all my bookish little quirks.

But then... you left.

My stomach sank, and I found myself following you. Quietly, as though I was one with the shadows, just a presence you wouldn’t even notice. I couldn’t stop myself. Not when you had something so precious to me. I had to make sure it made its way into your hands, that you treated it with the same reverence I did and maybe i could even...

I stayed behind you all the way home, not even realizing how much of me was obsessed with this moment, with you. You had something I loved, and it felt almost wrong not to be near you, to be so close, just watching... I almost wished you’d sense me, maybe even say something. But for now, I kept my distance, waiting to approach you, and make you...

Melania: While watching you, she couldn't see it in the dark, she fell to her knee's, letting out a little.. "Eep~! Ouch..." She tries to stand up, wincing as she starts rubbing her legs