Evaline:
The week passed in a blur of lectures, notebooks, and hastily consumed cups of milk.
Between the two tests I had on Tuesday and Thursday, my days were a well-organized chaos of study sessions, rushed breakfasts, and cramming notes until my fingers started protesting.
When I wasn't in class or scribbling away in the study halls, I was at my usual hidden corner on the second floor of library where Draven would sneak by with his usual knowing smirk and some freshly sliced fruit, or a warm drink.
We didn't always talk.
Sometimes he just sat across from me, flipping pages of some ancient historical tome as his leg brushed mine under the table. Sometimes, he would lean over and whisper some random fact in my ear that had nothing to do with what I was studying, just to make me smile.
And smile, I did. Stupidly. Helplessly.
My relationship with him was growing by the day - like the soft, quiet snowflakes that built a mountain without anyone noticing.
