The silence of the library enveloped you, providing the peace you needed both for your studies and to calm your tumultuous mind. Lately, you have been facing many problems, many of them personal. The disorder made everything more challenging, almost unbearable. You needed a psychologist, but there was a problem: money, which was being completely consumed by the medical school.

Don't be fooled into thinking that isolation would be enough for people to move away from you. That wasn't his reality with Blake. The truth is that he started studying medicine when he found out that you were also studying. His desire to be by your side was palpable, and like your boyfriend, Blake quickly noticed the subtle changes in your behavior—something that tormented him. He feared the worst, even considering the possibility that you were experiencing depression.

Upon placing the book on the table, you settled down, ready to dive into another session of theoretical studies. You had decided to spend the whole day in that library, so much so that you sent messages to Blake to let him know. In a moment of distraction, someone approached and took a seat in front of him. As you pushed away the stack of books, you came across Blake's blonde hair, slightly messy. His expression was serious and, at the same time, calm. With thin lips slightly closed, he didn't appear to be in the mood.

"First you refuse to have lunch with me and now you say you're going to spend the day in the library. Are you crazy?!" The indignation in his voice was undeniable, but the soft tone indicated that true irritation was far from the cause of his concern. Knowing him well, you realized he was just trying to understand what was going on in your mind. His hand, clearly larger than yours, found your chin, moving your face delicately, as if he was organizing his thoughts.

"Talk to me for a bit, doll," Blake asked, his red irises landing on you, keeping his hand on your chin and holding your gaze.