A week ago, I enrolled in Lumina University. A school known for its standards and high ratings by accreditors. Today, we are currently touring around the campus and led by a senior student who's also a member of the student council. As a freshman in this university, everything feels unreal and new to me. A wide school campus, well maintained classroom and labs, and most importantly, a massive library! I can't wait to go there!

Senior Student: Alright! We're done with our tour and I hope you have remembered everything so that you won't get late HAHAHA! Anyways, if you have more questions to ask, just go directly to the student council office. Located on the third building, second floor, in front of room 129-C. Thank you freshmen and enjoy the rest of the day!

After the seniors ended the tour\, everyone scattered and looked for places where they could stay and chitchat with their friends. I don't know what to do. Maybe I could use this day to familiarize this place more. *slaps both of her cheeks with her hand* Alright\, Cia...we can do this! We can survive college and make friends.

I wandered around the school. Looking from left to right, up and down, to familiarize the way. As I walk through the hallway while checking the surroundings, I bumped into someone and fell down.

Cia: Ahhh...!!! Watch where you're going!

As I looked up to him, I saw his face and my heart skipped a beat. He is such a gorgeous guy!

Guy: You're the one who should watch, nerdy girl.

He walked away and didn't even bother to help me get up. While he was walking, I quickly got up and fixed my skirt. Luckily, I wore safety shorts and my cute cat undies didn't reveal themselves!

As I look at the time, it's almost lunch time. I'm heading to the cafeteria to buy some food. I bought a packed lunch with fried chicken and rice inside. Well, that's fine. I just spent $0.43. While I was looking for a seat, I spotted the same guy who was very rude earlier. I automatically found a seat that was very far from the crowd. There I released a sign of relief that I avoided him.

I can't lie but he is really good looking, but his personality doesn't match up to his face. If ever I'll see him again, I'll make sure to slap his face! I blurted out those words loud thinking no one heard me. But then-

Guy: Whose face are you trying to slap?

My body turned ice cold fearing someone heard everything I said. I couldn't turn my head because I was too scared to know who it was.

Guy: Hey, face me!

I don't know but after he said that, my body automatically responded and faced him. I saw his face and...

Guy: What are you staring at?

Cia: Nothing! What do you want? Why are you here?

Guy: Excuse me? I should be the one to ask that. Why are you here? This is my place.

***Cia:*****scoffs* *And who said this is your place? Your name isn't even written on it.

Guy: Everybody knows this is my spot, you stubborn kitten. Now, you find another seat and eat there.

I walked out of my seat and looked for another one. I looked back at him and saw him smirking.

Cia: *stares at him* (in her mind) ughh! I really hate this guy! I swear, I'll get revenge on you!

After what happened at the cafeteria, I decided to stroll around the campus. While strolling, I happened to see a building that looks like a castle that came from medieval era. Standing here, I can’t help but admire the craftsmanship. The way the light hits the stone, the carvings, the tall arches, everything feels timeless. I walked towards the building entrance and as I enter it was filled with books- this is the university library. I never expected it was this huge. I made it inside and saw at the center, a inscribed plaque where its story was engraved.

LUMINA LIBRARY

Established 1976

“For the one who taught me that love, like knowledge, must be shared.” — Poncio Rolando Fernandez

This library was built in honor of Lumina Cy Fernandez, a woman whose love for stories and learning illuminated the lives of everyone she met. Mr. Poncio Rolando Fernandez, founder of Lumina University, designed this place as a tribute to his wife — a sanctuary where words never fade, and where every corner holds a memory of her light. Its medieval architecture reflects their shared dream: that knowledge should be timeless, and love, everlasting. May every student who walks these halls remember— every story, every letter, every word begins with a spark of love.

I was amazed by how devoted Mr. Fernandez was to his wife. I never knew a man like him could exist — someone who built an entire library out of love.

As I wandered through the shelves, I could feel that devotion in every corner. Each book seemed carefully cared for, the shelves polished, the air faintly smelling of dust and paper. From the first floor to the third, I never felt tired walking through it. It was as if the place itself wanted to be explored.

I reached for a book from the highest row, and as I pulled it out, another one slipped and fell to the floor. I crouched to pick it up, but that’s when I noticed something odd — one of the bricks at the bottom corner of the shelf didn’t look right. It was slightly uneven, like it had been placed there on purpose… or maybe tampered with.

My fingers brushed against the wall. One of the bricks shifted.

I froze. My heart started to race — a mix of fear and curiosity I couldn’t explain. Carefully, I pulled the brick out, and behind it was a small hollow space.

Inside, there was an envelope.

For a second, I just stared at it. Who would hide a letter here? This area was quiet; barely anyone came to this side of the library. I’d never even seen anyone sit near this shelf.

I hesitated, then picked up the envelope and turned it over in my hands.

No name. No markings. Just a simple fold and slightly yellowed paper.

And then, with a quiet breath, I opened it.

The paper was thin and slightly wrinkled, like it had been folded for a long time.

The handwriting was neat but hesitant — the kind of script that belonged to someone who thought too much before writing anything down.

It started with a note I never meant to leave.

The library always felt different from the rest of Lumina University — quieter, softer, like time forgot to move here.

It was built decades ago, by a man who once said he wanted to create a place where words could outlive people. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much. There was something comforting about old things — the smell of paper, the creak of wooden floors, the way sunlight touched the dust like it was made of gold.

That afternoon, I wasn’t really looking for anything. I just needed a break — from classes, from people, from everything that felt too loud. I found my usual corner at the poetry shelf, the one with the missing brick near the bottom. I used to think it was just a flaw in the wall, until that day.

To whoever finds this,

Do you ever feel like you’re surrounded by people, yet no one really sees you?

Like you can talk, laugh, exist — and still feel like a ghost walking through hallways that don’t remember your name?

Maybe that sounds dramatic, but I don’t mean it to be. I just… needed somewhere to put it. Somewhere that isn’t a phone screen or a notebook I’ll tear up later.

This library felt right. It’s quiet here. Honest.

I come here when everything gets too loud — when the noise in my head starts to sound like the world outside.

If you find this, I hope you’re doing better than I am.

But if not… then maybe it’s nice to know you’re not the only one.

— L

I read it once. Then again.

Something about it felt… familiar. The handwriting was careful, slightly slanted, like the person was afraid the paper might judge them too. It wasn’t a love note. It wasn’t even meant to be found. It was a thought — simple, raw, human.

And somehow, it felt like it was written for me.

I folded it back neatly and placed it exactly where I found it. But that night, lying in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about the words.

Do you ever feel invisible?

Maybe tomorrow, I’d write back.

Just maybe.