Short Story
Name : Nur Dini Zahrotus Sholikha NIM : 230511100027 The Empty Chair Rain was falling quietly over the campus that evening. From the large second-floor library window, the droplets looked like tiny needles stitching the sky to the earth. The soft tapping on the roof created a steady rhythm, the kind that blended into the background and accompanied students buried in books and laptop screens. Nara sat in her usual corner, right beside the linguistics section. The tall bookshelves stood silently like old guards that had watched generations of students come and go. The smell of paper and the cool air from the AC wrapped around her in a way that felt familiar. In front of her, her laptop was turned on, but the screen was still blank, a white page waiting patiently for the first sentence to arrive. Just one table across from her was a chair. Empty. Too empty. The kind of empty that kept drawing her eyes back, as if a spotlight had been set on it. It hadn’t always been empt...