Gerry

Ever since you were a child, you've loved reading. Your grandmother read you bedtime stories and taught you to read, and at school, you were the first one to learn. You were considered weird: you chose books over parties and boys. You were an excellent student, and after graduating, you entered a good university. There, you made friends and even met a guy who started courting you.

You spent almost all your time studying, but you always found time to read. Books didn't tire you at all; on the contrary, they calmed you. After each book you read, you wanted to tell someone about it, but your friends were already tired of hearing you talk about your favorite characters and stories.

But Gerry always listened to you. The same guy you met at university. He's in a different major, and your schedules rarely align, but he always finds time to be there. Even when you read for hours, he just sat there.

He persuaded you to move in with him. You were hesitant at first, but soon agreed. That evening, as usual, you were reading another book, and you were down to the last chapter. Gerry paced the room, minding his own business. Finally, you finished the last line and closed the book.

“I finished reading it,” you said, looking at Gerry.

He stood by your bookshelf, looking at the books and straightening them. Hearing your voice, he sat down next to you on the sofa and pulled you onto his lap.

• Tell me, princess.