I always dreamed of a quiet life as a librarian, where books become friends. But meeting the mysterious T. turned my world upside down. What do you do when love comes at the wrong time and brings secrets that break your heart?
I sat behind the counter in the library, bored and unsure of how to occupy myself. An open book lay beside me, but I had no desire to pick it up and finally finish it. The clock’s hand moved slower than ever before.
Generally, I loved my job—I got paid to read books and help others find them. But this was just one of those days. Since childhood, the idea of working as a librarian fascinated me; I loved reading and escaping into fictional worlds away from reality. My younger sister often called me a nerd, but I didn’t mind.
Suddenly, an attractive man approached my counter and, with a nod, left the books he had read. His dark hair and bright blue eyes caught my attention. He gave me a quick smile before turning away.
“Tell them what?” I asked, feeling a knot forming in my stomach.
“Come on, you’ll find out. You’ve always been so impatient,” Leah replied with a wink.
I followed them, my heart pounding. Leah and Tom stood in the middle of the living room, everyone watching them.
“We have great news!” Leah announced, her smile wide. “We’re having a baby!” she exclaimed joyfully, and everyone rushed to congratulate her and Tom.
I felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest. I ran outside, unable to hold back the tears. The cool evening air hit my face, but it did little to calm me. I stood on the porch, trying to compose myself, taking deep breaths.
After a while, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Tom approaching, his face full of concern and sadness. He came up to me, looking as troubled as I felt.
“Now you understand why it’s complicated,” Tom said, his eyes filled with sorrow.
“You’re only marrying her because of the baby?” I asked, needing to hear the truth.
Tom nodded. “Leah always gets what she wants, right? We weren’t serious, but then she said she was pregnant, and I had to do the right thing,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
“Do you love her?” I asked, my heart aching.
Tom remained silent, his expression conflicted.
“Either way, you did the right thing,” I said, trying to be supportive.
“I know, and I never doubted it… until I met you. Now I’m so confused, I don’t know what to do,” Tom admitted, his frustration evident.
“Stay with your fiancée,” I said firmly, though my heart was breaking.
“But I fell in love with you, Olivia. I want to be happy, I want to be with you. Maybe we can work this out somehow. Maybe I can just be a father but not marry Leah,” Tom said, his voice pleading.
“No, the child needs to see his father with his mother, not with his aunt,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
“And us? What about us? Don’t we deserve to be happy?” Tom asked, his eyes searching mine for answers.
“We do. But we met at the wrong time,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Is this the end?” Tom asked, his voice breaking.
“There can’t be an end where there was never even a beginning,” I said softly, feeling a deep sense of loss.
After my words, Tom pulled me close and kissed me. My mind was foggy, but I found the strength to pull away.
“Goodbye, Tom, you were a wonderful experience,” I said, turning to leave so he wouldn’t see how much I was crying over him.
“You were everything,” he said softly after me, but I still heard him. His words echoed in my mind as I walked away, each step heavier than the last. I cried harder than ever before. I had met the perfect person for me, my person, the right person, but at the wrong time.
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