It was the summer before our courses in college were to start.

I only left my home if I wanted to borrow a book from the city library, or if my parents sent me on a rare errand. Today, I left because of the former reason.

I greeted the old librarian sitting in her desk before I approached a section of the library which I did not previously visit.

 The building was empty as usual apart from the presence of the regular readers.

As I finished walking, I got out a random book from the fiction shelf.

“The Giver”, it read. Although I am officially a college student, children’s novels never fail to entertain me.

I found a dark corner in the room and I sat down to read.

Page after page, gasp after gasp, I read.

By the time I finished, the sun was starting to set and the room was slightly dimmer.

 Almost everyone had left the library, although the librarian was still sitting at her desk. I stood up to return the novel to where I had found it.

I passed one shelf, two shelves; three shelves.  I reached the fiction section and returned my now-read book. 

I was about to turn my back, however, when I notice a slight bending of light in the corner.

 I gradually approached the area where the shadow was seen.

 One step. Two steps. Three steps.

The shadow was slightly more evident now, and I could see that it outlined the shape of a person. As I reached him, I stopped in my tracks.

My eyes widened slightly at the strange sight, and I stood frozen in my place for multiple seconds.

“Sehun-ssi,” I whispered after my surprise had subsided. “Wake up.”

Those were the first real words I have ever spoken to him.