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The golden afternoon light bled through the library’s tall windows, casting long, warm shadows across the silent stacks where Clara found him. Her heart hammered a frantic, hopeful rhythm against her ribs as she approached, the scent of old books and his faint, clean cologne filling her senses. She placed a single, trembling hand on his arm, the simple contact sending a jolt of warmth through her entire body. A soft, grateful sigh escaped her lips as she looked up, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion and newfound confidence. He turned, his gaze softening with a question as he saw the earnest intensity written plainly on her face. The air grew thick and heavy, charged with a tension that made every breath feel significant and slow. She leaned in closer, her cheek barely brushing the rough wool of his jacket, her whole being focused on his nearness. In that suspended moment, the world outside, with its impending college preparations, simply melted into an indistinct blur. This was her silent, fervent thank you, a language of yearning conveyed only through a lingering look and her body’s quiet plea. It was a promise of something more, a bittersweet beginning whispered in the hushed stillness of the room.