As I immersed myself in an article related to my current research paper, an inexplicable sensation crept over me—someone was standing behind me. I turned around, curiosity piquing my interest, and my heart skipped a beat when my gaze landed on Vanilla.
I blinked rapidly, questioning whether my eyes were deceiving me or if she was genuinely there. To my astonishment, she was indeed right in front of me, her eyes filled with a longing that mirrored my own. I had missed her so much.
The library buzzed with activity, so I discreetly pointed toward the exit. She floated effortlessly in that direction while I hurriedly stuffed my belongings into my bag, my heart racing.
"Vanilla," I whispered once I was certain the coast was clear, "where have you been all this time? I’m truly sorry for raisi
