Školska knjižnica u Zagrebu bila je pravo utočište.

The školska knjižnica in Zagrebu was a true haven.

Bilo je kasno poslijepodne, a sunčeve zrake prodirale su kroz velike prozore, rasipajući tople narančaste i žute tonove po stolovima.

It was late afternoon, and the sun's rays streamed through the large windows, casting warm orange and yellow hues across the tables.

Lišće je vani padalo kao zlatna kiša, najavljujući jesen.

Outside, leaves fell like golden rain, ushering in autumn.

Ivana je sjedila među knjigama i bilješkama, koncentrirana na povijest.

Ivana sat among the books and notes, focused on her history work.

Bila je vrijedna učenica koja je uvijek znale što želi.

She was a diligent student who always knew what she wanted.

No, duboko u sebi sanjala je o pisanju priča.

Yet, deep inside, she dreamed of writing stories.

I to ne bilo kakvih priča, već pravih, uzbudljivih, punih života i boja.

Not just any stories, but real, exciting ones, full of life and color.

Blizu nje, Milan je opušteno prelistavao časopis.

Near her, Milan was leisurely flipping through a magazine.

Bio je uvijek veseo i druželjubiv, ali čini se da nije mogao naslutiti Ivanine tajne snove.

He was always cheerful and sociable, but he seemed oblivious to Ivanine secret dreams.

Dok je Ivana pokušavala dovršiti bilješke, Milan je posložio knjige naopako na policu i nasmijao se: "Ivana, ajmo van!

As Ivana tried to finish her notes, Milan placed the books upside down on the shelf and laughed: "Ivana, let's go outside!

Malo svježeg zraka neće škoditi.

A bit of fresh air won't hurt."

" Ivana je uzdahnula.

Ivana sighed.

Voljela bi se opustiti, ali imala je obaveze.

She would love to relax, but she had responsibilities.

No, u njoj se javila i želja za pisanjem priče povodom nadolazećeg Halloweena, koji je dobivao na popularnosti.

Yet, there was also a budding desire within her to write a story for the upcoming Halloween, which was gaining popularity.

Svakim trenutkom, Ivani je bilo sve teže ignorirati bilježnicu u torbi u kojoj je zapisivala ideje za priče.

With each moment, it became increasingly hard for Ivana to ignore the notebook in her bag where she jotted down story ideas.

Nijeme bitke odvijale su se u njoj, razapeta između odgovornosti i strasti.

Silent battles unfolded within her, torn between responsibility and passion.

Milan se približio i razigrano joj uzeo bilježnicu.

Milan approached her playfully and took her notebook.

"Što je ovdje tako tajno?

"What's so secret in here?"

" upitao je s osmijehom.

he asked with a smile.

Ivana je zastala, ali nije se usudila oduzeti mu bilježnicu.

Ivana paused but didn't dare to snatch the notebook back.

Milan je polako listao stranice.

Milan slowly flipped through the pages.

Ubilježeni svjetovi, likovi i dijalozi otkrivali su se pred njim.

Recorded worlds, characters, and dialogues unfolded before him.

Njegove oči su zasvijetlile dok je čitao.

His eyes lit up as he read.

"Zašto ovo niko ne zna?

"Why doesn't anyone know about this?

Ovo je fantastično, Ivana!

This is fantastic, Ivana!"

"Dug trenutak šutnje nastao je među njima.

A long moment of silence fell between them.

Ivana je konačno progovorila: "Nisam mislila da je dovoljno dobro.

Ivana finally spoke: "I didn't think it was good enough."

" Milan joj je ozbiljno odgovorio: "Nije važno što drugi misle.

Milan responded seriously, "It doesn't matter what others think.

Ako voliš pisati, piši.

If you love writing, write.

Vidim kako tvoj svijet oživljava na papiru.

I see how your world comes alive on paper."

"U tom trenutku, Ivanina nesigurnost je popustila.

In that moment, Ivanina uncertainty melted away.

Odlučila je podijeliti s Milanom jednu priču.

She decided to share one story with Milan.

Čitala je tiho, s osmijehom na licu, dok je Milan pažljivo slušao.

She read quietly, with a smile on her face, while Milan listened attentively.

To je bilo sve što joj je trebalo.

That was all she needed.

Iznenada, unutarnji nemir postao je nedjeljiv dio nje.

Suddenly, the inner turmoil became an inseparable part of her.

Odlučila je da će sljedeće jutro pokušati opet.

She decided that she would try again the next morning.

Pišući nekoliko redaka svaki dan, balansirajući strasti.

Writing a few lines each day, balancing her passions.

U Milanovim očima vidjela je poticaj koji joj je trebao.

In Milan's eyes, she saw the encouragement she needed.

U jesenjoj tišini knjižnice, Ivana je napokon pronašla ravnotežu.

In the autumn silence of the library, Ivana finally found her balance.

Knjige i bilješke bit će završene, ali sada će uz njih živjeti i priče.

The books and notes would be finished, but alongside them, stories would also live.

Pronašla je način kako biti sretna, jer je spoznala da može imati oboje: i snove i stvarnost.

She found a way to be happy because she realized she could have both: dreams and reality.