Ethan
I find solace in chatting with Mary, indulging in innocent conversations that serve as a distraction from the complexities of life. But deep down, I'm also using these moments to understand Autumn Clark better. Yeah, I am kind of using Mary to learn more about Autumn.
Inside the library, I wait patiently, surrounded by the comforting scent of books. Mary is the only one permitted to interrupt this solitude.
As she enters, her steps are soft. I greet her with a smile, eager for our conversation to begin.
"What took you so long?" I inquire, curious about her delay.
"I was with Autumn," she reveals, and the mere mention of Autumn's name ignites a flurry of emotions within me. My heart quickens its pace, and a strange sensation washes over me, leaving me feeling both flu
