Maya had always loved the quiet hum of the library—its shelves stacked with stories, each one waiting for someone to discover it. But it was the sound of Carina’s laughter that changed everything.
Carina had transferred into Maya’s university in the middle of the semester, and their first encounter was nothing special—just a passing glance in the crowded cafeteria. But when they both reached for the same book in the library a few days later, something shifted.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to steal your book,” Carina said, her smile warm and easy.
Maya smiled back, feeling an unexpected flutter. “It’s okay. I was just getting lost in the idea of reading it.”
Carina grinned. “I like the way you think. Maybe we could read it together?”
What started as a shared book quickly grew into shared afternoons, long walks, and late-night talks. They’d talk about everything—dreams, fears, favorite books, and moments in life that felt just a bit too magical to be real. But when their hands brushed for the first time, both of them paused.
“Is this… weird?” Carina asked softly, her voice a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Maya met her gaze, her heart racing. “No, I think it’s exactly what it’s supposed to be.”
From then on, they were inseparable. Maya had always known what love was, but with Carina, it felt like she was learning it for the first time—like every word between them was a new chapter. With each passing day, the distance between them closed, not just in space but in their hearts.
One evening, as they sat on a quiet bench by the lake, Maya turned to Carina, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Carina’s eyes softened, her fingers brushing Maya’s cheek. “I think I’ve already fallen.”
And just like that, in the soft silence of the evening, their love became the story they would continue to write together, page by page.