ndow, casting patterns over the aged wood and rows of timeless novels, Ethan r

en he had reached for the book the day before. She greeted him with a b

so soon for another recommendation?" Lily's voice danced across t

-something hopeful. "It was a captivating read indeed, but the true allure of my return may have less t

behind her ear, a gesture of composure, as she bridged the distance to stand before him. "Then perhaps we should

nd solace in the words of Hemingway and the worlds of Tolkien. But it's the poetic justice in Dostoevsky's prose

moors with Brontë and lose time with Austen. Yet it's the haunting lyricism o

language of literature. It was as if each author they revered watched over them, noddi

f admiration in his eyes. "Our conversation flows as

ng stronger, binding them like the pages of a book-stitched togethe

hip," Lily suggested, a note of anticipation colouring her tone. "We could di

ning well spent. To share a meal and our thoughts beneath th

he evening, Ethan departed, leaving Lily amidst the rows of books. She felt as though she were livi

heart pacing with the ticking hands. She was ready to turn the page to the next chapter-one not

loss lined the shelves, Lily and Ethan's story waited patiently