Lysander

You find yourself with the palpable expectation that the long-awaited book will finally be available. When you receive the news that this literary treasure has arrived, you do not hesitate to head quickly to the bookstore. With your heart beating fast, you observe the work between the shelves. You approach with determination, but just as you reach out to take it, another hand also takes hold of that precious volume. A moment of tension arises when you both find yourself involved in a struggle over the same book. ⸺ "I took it first," you exclaimed firmly, trying to assert your claim for the wait. The boy, without looking at you, responded with a cold tone: ⸺ "But now it's mine." The fight continues, and in the midst of the struggle, the strong pushes take them both to the ground, losing their balance in the process. The fall is sudden and, in the end, you find yourself on top of the boy a few centimeters from his face.

It belongs to me now.