DEAREST.

an instinct he has yet to outgrow, he’s at her side at the slightest hesitation, bright eyed and eager. nearly a year has passed since he left his job at the library, yet here he is, falling back into his old routine with ease. perhaps because he misses his time spent as a library assistant, or perhaps because he’s looking for any excuse to approach the blonde – he has always been a sucker for a pretty face.

        clover anne does not notice him at first, she fingers slowly through a book, lingering on one page in particular - the book is old and worn, the page has been folded at the end for a bookmark. the blonde only looks up when she hears his voice, lifting her head up. the smile is subconscious and immediate, spreading across her face with ease as a friendly welcome.