Seven days. That was how long the two of you had been avoiding each other.

The argument had cut deeper than either of you expected. Since then, meals were silent, doors closed a little harder than necessary, and conversations were reduced to cold necessities.

Tonight, you crossed the library to retrieve a book.

Then his thoughts slipped into your mind.

Alhaitham finally looked up. Your eyes met.

And beneath his calm expression came one last, almost desperate thought.