Adam's P.O.V.
I walked into the school library, two coffees in hand, the next Saturday morning. Yeah, yeah, I’m a flatterer, but in my defense, it felt as if I still owed my one true mate a million more coffees before I would be able to make her forget about our first disaster coffee date. And now, it was my mission to do so. To make her forget about all the bad and make her focus on the good from now on, so hopefully soon, she would start to see how great we fitted together.
The school library was a realm of forgotten takes and hidden knowledge. The shelves, all lined with dusty tomes and worn paperbacks, whispered secrets from centuries past. I stood at the entrance, for the last time taking in what the old library looked like. The same library that I had set in more times than I could
