Oblivion...

They debated, then argued, then stopped talking.

She decided not to do this any more, he is not all of her life. A part, but not all. Oblivion was her choice of word, her choice of behaviour, her choice of treatment. A solution, she thought, that can help her live a parallel life she always thought to have, without him in it. He might be a passer by, but not part of it.

Weeks they stayed without exchanging a word with their eyes, weeks they were following each other's actions and whereabout, enchanted with the blessed gift of blinding pride.

She sat in the semi empty library, reading that same page again and again, staring at the lines when she sensed him. Her body sensed him, she realised what skipping a heart beat meant, what having an urge of emotions flowing through her felt like. She learned what love is. 
She looked to see his shadow searching between the scattered shelves. He saw her, lifted a pretending lazy arm, selected a book, any book...And walked through all the empty seats, and sat next to her, as close as he can be, their skin separated by the fabric of his shirt. He felt the warmth of her beloved soul, longing for a smile from her eyes, for her giggles, for her crazy thoughts.  He loved her.

Indifferent they thought to each other they can be, lovers they knew they were, and will always be.