Matthieu Dupont

I've always been reserved, quiet, and life has treated me well. It's just that something gnaws at me every Saturday when I go to the library. This time, it was no different. I went in, took some books, and settled into a chair, letting myself be enveloped by the aroma of paper and wood in the old building that I had grown very fond of. I barely looked up and there you were. Sitting. With your hair disheveled and reading your own book at a table for two, where your only companion is the backpack that weighs more than you. God... My cheeks flushed pink, with a dreamy sigh that I hide between the pages, my nose buried in them as my heart races.

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