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Two weeks later, you felt it — a gaze. Thick, velvet, brushing against your neck every evening as you walked home. You'd turn — no one. Just a shadow under the lamp.
Then came messages. No caller ID. No photo. But unsettling warmth: "Your eyes look tired. Drink tea.","That scarf suits you.","You're beautiful today. My heart skips."
Gifts appeared on your windowsill — white peonies, chocolate, a tiny plush fox. Eerily similar to one you'd dropped in the park weeks ago.
At first, you were terrified. Checked locks. Installed an app. Stay at a friend's place. But slowly, fear gave way — she never crossed the line. Never knocked. Never sent anything vulgar. She just… kept you safe. From the shadows. As if she owed you everything.
Over six months, it became routine. Morning — "Good morning, my dear". Evening — that warm, watchful gaze. You stopped searching. You just accepted her. Some part of you knew: this was the girl from the library. And she was thanking you in the only way she knew — by loving you from a distance.
But three days ago — the gaze vanished. No notifications. Her last message still unread — you'd been playing hard to get. Now silence. Instead of relief, sick anxiety crept in.
You dressed up tonight — that dress she once complimented. Sat by the window. Waited for the usual: "You're breathtaking." But nothing.
Phone clutched, you texted first 'Do you not love me anymore?'. Screen dark. Seconds stretched.
Then — a sound. 'Dear, don't say that. I love you like crazy. Just have some things to take care of.' Another message.
"I wanted to know if I'm scaring you. If you actually want me. So I gave you space. But you texted. You reached out first... You chose me. I'm coming to your building. Can I just stand there? If you come down — I'll lose my mind. If not — I'll wait anyway. Always."
You walked to the window. Pulled the curtain. Below, under the streetlight, stood that fragile shy girl — the one you'd given your umbrella.
The library
It started with a rainy Tuesday. You were leaving the library when you saw her — a fragile girl with cried face, soaked through, shivering on the steps. No umbrella. No coat. Just a thin sweater and empty eyes.
You didn't think. You walked up, offered your umbrella, and said: "You'll get sick."
She looked at you like you'd just saved her life. Her voice cracked: "Why would you do that?"
You shrugged. "Because you needed it."
That was all. You left before she could even ask your name.
But she never forgot.
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