XYRA'S POV
My nose was buried deep in an old sci-fi paperback, my eyes glued to the pages, capturing each stroke and curve of the print.
This was a respite. It was just what I needed after the blood-sucking school year. The library's hushed murmurs had a comforting white noise against the storm in my head. The storm- Astor and Clara were ghosts haunting the corridors of my thoughts. I needed refuge. I yearned for an escape into fictional worlds where love triangles were solved with laser blasters, not awkward silences and more kisses.
Suddenly, a book avalanche. Literal pages rained down on me, followed by a sheepish voice. "Whoa, apologies there! Didn't realize I had an astronaut for a neighbor."
I looked up, blinking away the literary debris that had been stored in my head, to find
