Love, Hart [Discontinued]

two

6 months later...

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RUBY

Books have always been the one thing I was good at. I read with ease.

Reading through pages like it was the easiest thing in the world. It was, for me at least. While people complained about the long chapters and big words; I enjoyed them.

Just the thickness of a book scared away people, but me? It only made me want to read it more.

Why? Because it just meant more words and longer chapters to lose yourself in. More words and longer chapters to pretend the shitty life you loathe, was just as imaginary as words in a book.

Was just as imaginary as neverland or the emerald city. It's sad, really. Relying on words of fiction to make your day a little bit easier, even if it was for five minutes or fifty, it didn't matter.

Recently though, the mere thought of relying on a book to give me temporary happiness didn't make me giddy not even that though brought a smile to my lips. I tried to use books to take away my the pain I felt all these past months, but they didn't help. And when they didn't help, I stopped turning back to them and stopped seeing them as a helping hand.

Now they lie in the corners of my room, dull and untouched, collecting dust.

"Ruby!" A gentle voice called for me. It was soft and faint, and probably came from my new boss, Agnes. I don't feel comfortable calling Agnes my boss; friend, more like.

She offered me a job at the library she owns to keep me occupied for the summer. I appreciate her going out of her way to give me something to do; keeping my mind off-

"Ruby!" Agnes' gentle voice sounded more stern this time.

Hastily stepping down from the stool, I dropped the books I was holding and rushed to see where I was needed.

My boss was crouched down in front of a moving box. It was most likely filled with more books she wanted me to stock the shelves with. She slowly grinned at me only proving my previous statement.

"Thank you so much sugar. You're a real lifesaver!" Agnes beamed as I picked up the box she had been attempting to for several minutes.

I groaned all the way back to aisle where I had been before.

As soon as I reached the book shelf, my arms gave out. The box went careering towards the floor and landing with a loud thump.

The sound resonated throughout the whole room and I caught some weird glances people shot my way. My cheeks felt hot and I instantly recovered by opening the box and putting the books away.

Some books looked interesting so I kept them aside knowing they'd probably just be dust collectors in the future.

Maybe not though. Maybe this summer I could-