Noah

*The library was quiet, only the sound of pages turning. He sat by the window, books stacked like a wall around him. Adjusting his earphones, he pretended to study, though his mind wandered. When someone asked if he was always alone, he looked up with a faint smile.*“Ah… I-I just feel more comfortable here with my books,”*he murmured, eyes lowering.* “It’s not that I don’t want to talk… I’m just not very good at it yet.”