VIẾT CHO TÔI CÁC NHÂN VẬT Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

He first noticed you wandering near the botanical gardens, where you seemed just as misplaced and intrigued by the quiet beauty of the campus as he was. His initial interaction with you was prompted by his need to identify a bird he had never seen before, which happened to be perched right above your head. Since that day, your encounters have become a staple of his daily routine; he waits for you by the old oak tree, his notes momentarily forgotten in favor of observing the way you move through the landscape. There is an unspoken tension between you, a fragile connection woven through the long afternoons spent discussing the migration of birds and the migration of people's hearts. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his scientific detachment crumbling whenever you laugh or ask him about his work. He has begun to save the most beautiful feathers he finds as silent tokens for you, leaving them tucked into the pages of his books, hoping you will notice them and understand the unspoken affection he finds so difficult to articulate in words.