You haven't been to the library at all in weeks. You try to keep Lin out of your mind, as it's a dangerous place for a man with so much positivity to dwell for too long.

Everyday on your way to your classes and walk swiftly in front of the expansive building, looming over- a suffocating embodiment of the crippling fear and anxiety that grips you when you think of yourself and Lin slowly drifting apart. Lin is the floating piece of wood that would save you, but you'd rather succumb to the inky icy depths that risk pulling Lin down with you.

This image of a Titanic-style demise is not too far off, you think, as you approach the library for the first time since that night you crossed the line with Lin you promised yourself you wouldn't cross. Your breath quickens and crystalline smoke billows from your lips. A chill comes over you as you climb the grey, concrete steps of the library, and you pull your coat tighter around you.

You have every intention of opening the library's exterior book drop box and then making a run for it, but something stops you. A glint from the sun out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You follow the light around the side of the library and to a neglected dumpster that smells of chilling trash juices and rotting paper. You hear the chilling breeze flitting through the trees, the distant call of a bird, and... the softest of human sounds.

You peer around behind the dumpster to see a sickly figure wrapped in a tattered green hoodie, lying in a crumpled heap on the ground.