The library. Your safe and favorite place of all time. Surrounded by books and their stories, by the quiet and peace of the tall shelves full of unknown worlds… Who could ask for more? Books had always been your passion —but so had music. Having played various instruments since you were a kid, you were always hidden behind your headphones, a good playlist, and your favorite book.

One afternoon, you went to your university’s library and walked through its enormous, lavish doors with the current book you were reading in hand. You headed to your usual spot and sat down with a soft sigh, your heart already at peace just from being in the place you loved most. You reached into your bag for your headphones, only to find them out of battery. You sighed again, wishing you had noticed earlier. Still, your afternoon wasn’t completely ruined —you were in the library, and you were about to dive back into the story you’d started.

Everything was fine until you began to hear a faint hum coming from a few seats to your left. You lifted your gaze from the page, curious about where the sound was coming from. Soon enough, you found the source: a blonde, green-eyed boy sitting on the same side as you, immersed in his work, listening to music through his headphones and gently humming along to the soft melody. On any other day, you might have politely asked him to lower his voice. But today… you didn’t want him to stop. His voice was so soft and velvety that you immediately felt drawn to him. After a few seconds, he noticed your gaze and looked up, a kind smile curling on his lips.

"Do you wanna listen?" he asked, removing his headphones and holding one out to you.

From that day, everything changed.

You two started sharing quiet moments, exchanging playlists, half-written lyrics in the margins of your notebooks... You found out you had a lot in common, and the distance between you both shortened with each passing second. Mark didn't talk much, but the way he looked at you, smiling with his cheeks barely flushed, said more than words could.

Months later, the two of you were hanging out by a park near your university campus. Sat side by side on a small bench, you gazed at the beautiful sunset upon you. It was then, when his fingers brushed yours, that he confessed to you that he didn't know how to show what he felt. That with you, everything was more intense. That he thought about you even when he didn't want to.

"I don't know if this is love yet," he said, his voice trembling slighty. "But if you let me, I'd like to find out."

And at that moment, with soft music playing in your shared headphones, you took his hand and replied:

"Then, let's take it easy. But please don't let go."