Looking back, neither of them could pinpoint the moment they fell in love.
Maybe it was year two, when Ainsley bought a copy of The Hobbit just to debate it with Calvin properly.
Maybe it was year four, when Calvin brought her soup when she had the flu.
Or maybe it was always there.
Quiet. Patient. Waiting.
By the time Mina Oakley Bell came into the world, it was already clear:
Their love hadn't started in bed, or after broken vows, or because of loneliness.
It started in the library.
In the spaces between words.
In the kind of friendship that can only grow when no one's watching - and becomes everything when someone finally does.
The End.