I started leaving notes between the pages. First, harmless quotes. Then, small truths about her no one else noticed — the way she bit her lip before turning a page, the faint lavender scent in her hair, the tiny scar on her left wrist hidden beneath her watchband.
She left without looking back. The library felt colder. I turned to the shelf, pulled out The Little Prince , and opened to her page. Toshoshitsu No Kanojo Seiso Na Kimi Ga Ochiru M...
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