Zarriah Fleur Paris, Like a peaceful and quiet places.

Calming atmosphere can make her feel safe and comforting.

Thats why, library is the fortress of Fleur

Instead on a loud hallway, canteen and anywhere that are loud places.

She prefers the soft sound of every page of a

book.

And the smell of the books that is more relaxing and comforting.

Fleur isn't hostile she is just shy and quiet.

Speaking in front make her tremble, racing pace of her heart.

Tumbling like a drum that's how she felt every time being in front.

So Instead of joining clubs like everyone does she prefer staying in the library reading and being lost in the trance of stories that could bring life more than world could offer.

During her break, while reaching for a book on the highest shelf, she accidentally bumped into someone.

“Sorry!”

A book fell between them.

A boy picked it up. He had a steady

composure, the kind that felt grounding

Rather than intimidating.

His voice never rose unnecessarily.

His breathing stayed even.

Standing near him felt like stepping into calm

water after a long day of waves.

“I think this is yours,” he said gently.

Fleur nodded. “Th-thank you.”

His name, she later learned, was Lior Soren.

Lior Soren is a popular boy that is more outgoing and easy to get along with.

His also known as a dangerously handsome because he has a composure that every girl might fall for.

A raspy voice but calm.

Has a scent that is intoxicating.

A tall that boy and has a muscularity physique

Being with lior seems a bit unsettling.

And somehow, that quiet afternoon became

The start of something new.

Something that is stranger that you think.

Something that you felt like there's a bit of spark that is happening in my system.

Lior is her classmate they never talk once but the sitting arrangements between them is quite near.

On Monday, After the teacher discuss, their teacher announced a partner project in Literature class.

everyone has a partner except us.

“Your partner,” the teacher said, reading from her list, “Zarriah Fleur Paris and Lior Soren.”

Fleur froze.

Lior simply smiled at her. “Looks like we’re partners.”

Their project was simple: create a short storytelling presentation about friendship.

Simple for most.

Terrifying for fleur.

Because storytelling meant presenting in front of the whole class.

Which she hated most, speaking in front or public speaking make her tremble real bad.

Lior noticed how quiet she became.

“If you want,” he said kindly, “I can do most of the talking.” he offered

Fleur shook her head slowly. “It’s… our project.”

For the first time, she wanted to try.

And explore something out of her comfort zone.

Being in front terrified her but being lock up and not being able to cope up is the most terrifying thing that could every be.

Being with lior feels something new.

Something that could lighten and felt something strange.

Good kind of strange...

They met in the library every afternoon, as though the quiet room itself had begun to expect them.

Sunlight filtered through the tall, arched windows, pouring honey-gold light over long wooden tables carved with the faint initials of past students. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, turning in slow spirals like tiny planets caught in their own gentle orbit. The scent of old paper and polished oak wrapped around them like a familiar embrace.

Fleur always chose the seat by the window.

She liked having something to look at when the words tangled in her throat.

Outside, the world moved without hesitation — leaves trembling in the breeze, birds darting across the pale blue sky, students crossing the courtyard with easy laughter. It reminded her how effortlessly everyone else seemed to exist.

Lior would sit across from her, sleeves slightly rolled up, his notebook open but mostly untouched. He paid more attention to her than to the presentation outline.

“Let’s start from the second paragraph today,” he suggested one afternoon, his voice as soft as the hush of turning pages around them.

Fleur nodded.

She took a breath.

The words trembled at first, stumbling over each other like shy children afraid of being seen. Her fingers tightened around the paper. A faint crease formed between her brows.

Lior didn’t interrupt.

He didn’t sigh.

He didn’t glance at the clock.

He simply watched her with steady, patient eyes — the kind of eyes that said there was nowhere else he needed to be.

When she faltered, silence filled the space between them, but it was never heavy. It was warm. Encouraging.

“Let’s try again,” he would murmur, leaning forward just slightly, as if offering his presence as a shield.

One afternoon, something shifted.

Perhaps it was the way the sunlight spilled across her page, illuminating the ink like a promise. Perhaps it was the quiet rhythm of Lior’s breathing, calm and grounding. Or perhaps it was simply that Fleur was tired of believing she could not.

She began to read.

The first sentence came out steady.

The second flowed like water finding its path.

By the third, her voice had found its shape — clear, bright, unwavering.

The words did not betray her.

They bloomed.

When she finished the paragraph, the silence that followed felt different.

Lior blinked.

Fleur blinked.

“You did it,” Lior said, and his grin spread slowly, warmly, like sunrise breaking across the horizon.

Fleur felt heat rush to her cheeks. But this time, it wasn’t embarrassment.

It was wonder.

“Did I?” she whispered, as if afraid speaking too loudly might undo it.

“You did,” he confirmed gently. “And you didn’t even notice.”

A laugh escaped her then — light and startled, like a bird taking flight. It echoed softly between the bookshelves, and even the stern librarian glanced up, surprised by the sudden brightness.

From that day on, something fragile yet radiant began to grow between them.

After practice, they lingered.

They talked about things that had nothing to do with presentations — about the way the sky looked right before rain, about childhood dreams, about fears they had never said aloud.

Fleur confessed one evening, her voice barely above a whisper, “I always thought my voice was something to hide.”

Lior tilted his head slightly. “It’s my favorite thing about you.”

She looked at him then — really looked at him — and saw no trace of teasing. Only sincerity, glowing and unguarded.

Outside, the sky was streaked with blush-pink clouds. The world seemed painted in softness.

On the day of the presentation, Fleur’s hands still trembled — but not as violently as before.

When her name was called, she walked to the front of the room. The lights felt bright. The air felt thin.

But then she glanced at the third row.

Lior was there.

He didn’t give a dramatic thumbs-up. He didn’t mouth exaggerated encouragement.

He simply nodded once.

Steady.

Believing.

Fleur inhaled.

And she began.

Her voice carried across the room, not perfect, not flawless — but strong. Each word landed with intention. Each pause held grace instead of fear.

By the time she finished, the room was quiet for half a breath.

Then applause.

Real applause.

As she returned to her seat, her heart racing like a wild thing set free, Lior leaned closer.

“I knew you could,” he whispered.

Fleur smiled, and in that smile was something new — not just relief, but confidence budding like the first flower of spring.

Maybe she had never been hopeless.

Maybe her voice had only been waiting for sunlight.

And maybe, just maybe, belief — when given gently and without condition — could turn even the smallest whisper into something that made the whole room listen.

This is the day were we are going to present.

My hearts seem unknowingly unsettling

Thing that I cannot descrIbe how hyperventilating it was to be in front presenting.

" H-hello everyone, Today, I want to talk about something that quietly s-shapes our lives in ways we often don’t even realize — friendship.

A true friend is someone who sees you — not just the version you show to everyone else, but the real you.

The nervous you. The imperfect.The you who sometimes doubts, sometimes fails, and sometimes feels lost.

And instead of walking away, they stay.

Friendship is found in the small moments...,"

Fleur seems to forget the next part due to nervousness.

Halfway through her part, someone in the back of the classroom whispered and chuckled.

Fleur mind seem to stop responding.

Lior said "relax you doing just fine and i got your back ,"

she couldn't comprehend the feeling she felt.

Its like floating in the midst of uncertainty

Those simple words grounded her.

fleur took a deep breath.

And continued.

"Friendship teaches us loyalty.

It teaches us empathy.

It teaches us kindness.

In the end, friendship is one of life’s greatest gifts. It doesn’t require wealth or status. It only requires sincerity, loyalty, and heart.,"

Her voice wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t loud.

But it was steady.

And that was enough.

As lior continue to do the presentation

(LIOR'S POV)

As Fleur and I stand here together, this is more than just a presentation.

It is a moment.

A moment of trust.

A moment of creation.

A moment where two voices become one story.

When we began shaping this idea, we didn’t just think about facts or structure.

We thought about feeling.

Because stories are not remembered for their bullet points —

they are remembered for how they make us feel.

"And what we are sharing with you today is not simply a concept.

It is an experience unfolding.

Imagine standing at the edge of something new."

There is a quiet stillness in the air.

The kind of stillness that comes before something meaningful begins.

That is where our story lives.

Fleur and I discovered that when two people collaborate, something gentle yet powerful happens.

Ideas soften.

Creativity expands.

Confidence grows.

When we speak together, we are not just delivering information.

We are inviting you into a space,

a space where imagination is welcome,

Where curiosity feels safe,

and where every perspective matters.

So as we continue, we ask you to listen not only with your minds...

but with your senses.

Notice the emotions.

Notice the atmosphere.

Notice the quiet energy in the room.

Because this presentation is not just about the topic itself.

It is about connection.

Connection between ideas.

Connection between voices.

Connection between us… and you.

And as Fleur now continues,

We invite you to step gently into the next part of this journey with us.

(FleurPOVv)

As to end the presentation this is where she felt relieved but satisfying.

"Great job you conquer your fear" lior said.

That's the greatest achievement so far. Although trembling in all that, but the sense of compassion lingered in my heart.

As lior stay by my side exchanging words for presentation the spark with me slowly igniting in to something a new...