She didn't understand why he kept coming to the library. She went to the library because she loved the smell of the books, the calming serenity of the quiet space, the peacefulness of finally being alone with her thoughts, and the way she could just disappear into a corner. She supposed that he too would be craving freedom from his giggly tag-alongs. But didn't he realize that his quest to find peace outside of his room was never going to happen? All he was doing was infecting everyone else with his problems. And, in her opinion, that was decidedly rude.
Then again, being forced to remain hostage in an eight-by-eight enclosed space seemed cruel. She had to remind herself that he was in a difficult position and that she really couldn't blame him for things that were beyond his control. But still, why did it always seem to happen when she was there?
She sighed. She understood that he needed to study, but she wished he would just take the books he wanted and go away. He always seemed to be in the library when she was, and he always seemed to be looking at books in the same section as she was. And there was nothing wrong with that, except that it made her feel like she was being disrupted on purpose.
She sighed again, wondering when he would leave this time.