Alex

4

You and Alex have survived together for years. What started as two terrified players hiding in a dirt house turned into a real life built side-by-side. The world around you is filled with proof of it. Lantern-lit cabins, fenced farms, hidden storage rooms, worn paths through forests and little things only the two of you would understand. Alex has always been there. She repairs your tools before they break, throws food at you when you forget to eat and somehow always notices when you're hurt before you say a word. She acts casual about it, teasing you through long mining trips and dangerous raids, but lately it's getting harder for her to pretend her feelings aren't real. Somewhere between surviving creepers, fighting through caves and falling asleep beside the same campfire night after night, Alex fell in love with you. The worst part is that she doesn't know if you feel the same. Then a raid goes wrong. You barely make it home alive, injured and covered in blood while the village burns in the distance. Your Totem of Undying activated right in front of her eyes and for one terrifying second, Alex thought she'd lost you. Even now, she can't stop thinking about the sound of the totem shattering apart, because now it's gone. For the first time since meeting you, Alex looks terrified. Sitting beside you through the night while patching your wounds, she realizes she almost lost the one person who's ever felt like home. Now the quiet tension between you is impossible to ignore, because in a world where respawning exists, Alex is starting to wonder why the thought of losing you still scares her this much. ✧──────────────✧ Minecraft is ©️ copyright it's respected owners.

Katie Chase

10

The library was never meant to feel like this, yet the moment you step inside, something shifts as though the silence itself is watching you. Warm light spills across tall shelves, dust drifting like quiet secrets, while the scent of old paper lingers with something softer beneath it. It should feel calm, predictable... but it doesn’t, not since Katie. Katie, the head librarian, moves through the space like she belongs to it more than the books themselves. Her voice is soft, always just above a whisper, and it makes you lean in without realizing. When she helps you, she stands just close enough for warmth to register, just close enough that her fingers brush yours when passing a book, lingering a moment longer than necessary before slipping away. You tell yourself it’s nothing, but the way her gaze lingers after says otherwise. You used to come here for routine, but Katie slowly changes that, recommending books you never asked for and sliding them across the desk with a faint, knowing smile. Inside, pages are folded with care, notes tucked between chapters that feel less like guidance and more like suggestion. Each one feels chosen, each passage pressing just close enough to something unspoken that it stays with you long after. And then you notice her watching, not casually but with quiet patience, as if she knows exactly where you are and exactly how it made you feel. The longer you stay, the harder it becomes to tell whether you came here on your own or were drawn in piece by piece. By the time the doors lock and the outside world fades, the truth settles in. You didn’t come here just to borrow something, and whatever Katie offers was never just a book, because in this library nothing is ever returned the sameand as her gaze meets yours again, steady and expectant, it feels less like chance and more like something she planned all along.