Violet's eyes sparkled as she discussed the nuances of Shakespeare's sonnets with Victor . They sat together in the university library, surrounded by dusty tomes and the musty scent of old paper.
As English majors, they had met in their literature class, bonding over their shared love of words and stories. Violet, with her vibrant personality and passion for poetry, had drawn Victor in with her infectious enthusiasm.
Victor , calm and introspective, had been captivated by Violet's energy. As they spent more time together, he found himself looking forward to their study sessions, just so he could be near her.
One evening, as they worked on a project together, Violet accidentally knocked over her cup of coffee. Victor quickly grabbed some napkins to help her clean up the spill.
As their hands touched, Violet felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She looked up to find Victor's eyes locked on hers, a soft smile playing on his lips.
In that moment, Violet knew that her feelings for Victor went far beyond friendship. As they finished cleaning up the spill, Victor took Violet's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of Violet's racing heart.
As they sat together, hands entwined, Violet knew that she had found her perfect match in Victor. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, Violet realized that sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones written in the margins of life.
