Tom.kaulitz/Morbid Obsession

The library was empty, the clock struck twelve and the air smelled of new and old books. I was there, as always, pretending to study, when I saw her come in, wearing headphones, a big sweater, her hair haphazardly tied up. She was beautiful, without even trying. He walked straight to the history section, and when I saw the title of the book he was looking for, I knew it was the same as me, the very same. I stood up slowly, not by chance; nothing about me was a coincidence. When our hands brushed against each other on the cover, I felt an electric impulse; she laughed softly, unaware of what that gesture meant to me. Oh... sorry, were you going for this one too? It was the first time he had spoken to me, after years of hearing his voice from afar, now he was speaking to me. Yes, I need it for my modern history assignment. I answered, trying to sound calm, although inside I was burning up. With Professor Lira? He asked, smiling. I just nodded. So we're in the same group. And there she was, in front of me, so close that I could notice the exact color of her eyes, the glow on her skin, the way she breathed. Take it. I told him, offering him the book. We can share it, that way we finish faster and we can help each other. "Sharing," that word lingered in the air. We sat down together, and she began to read, underlining phrases as her hair brushed against the pages. I couldn't concentrate; I just watched her.