"My first love, my last love"

as a library can trigger a series of extraordinary events. It was a calm afternoon, the kind where the sun's rays g

papers lay before her. She adjusted her glasses with a sigh and dove into a complex chapter of molecular biology, trying to decipher the dry la

en she no

bserve this stranger. He was tall, thin, with messy brown hair that seemed to defy any attempt at order. He wore a slightly wrinkled black shirt, faded jeans, and a leather bag

ulous*, she thought. He was only a boy, after all, and she had an important test to study for. However, h

immersed in her notes, a low and sl

, is this

rlier. He stood there, one hand resting on the back of the chair in front of her

she replied stammeringly

and began to scribble, totally absorbed. Lila tried to regain her concentration, but she couldn't stop stealing glances at her mysteriou

until the boy suddenly looked up at her. Caught in the a

he said with a smile that betrayed a

ied hurriedly. "Well... a

that resonated pleasantly in the

s," he said, hol

a moment, then squ

meet yo

rd year of visual arts, which explained the sketchbook. He, for his part, seemed curious as

? Seriously ? » he

rms, feigning indignation. "Just because it's

ibly amused. "I prefer to draw people who are

caught Lila's attention: a corner of Lucas' notebook protruded slightly, revealing a half-visible drawing. Contrary to the image

tly? » she dared to ask, no

mile disappearing briefly. "Oh, nothing

as if this stranger she had just met had m

lightly so as not to disturb. Curious, Lila observed him out of the corner of her eye. His expression darkened, and he

tebook that Lucas had left on the table, probably inadver

ut he was already gone, disapp

Lila? Give it back to him tomorrow.* But despite her resolutions, she could not deny the

n any of her textbooks. Lila sat on her bed, the object placed in front of

d nocturnal landscapes, deserted streets in the rain, but others showed barely outlined faces, frozen in expressions of pain or terror. One p

rwhelming her. Who was Lucas really? Why did he carry thi

m her thoughts. A message from an u

at doesn't belong to

ing for meaning. But deep down, she already knew that th