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~Bookworm~ [Y.ZY]

They came here everyday. 

Every. Single. Day.

They'd come at four in the afternoon on weekdays and would stay until closing time. On weekends, sometimes they'd be here even before me, sitting on the deck out front, reading, waiting for me to unlock to doors so they could go inside, and, you guessed it, read.

I swear, they must have read every book I had a few times over. I'd never seen anyone with such a fondness for books before. It was fascinating, really.

Unlike most people who came here, they didn't have a story, which I know sounds weird, everyone has a story, but, I suppose they didn't wish to tell.

I've heard so many interesting tales from so many interesting people, I wanted to hear theirs too.

A grandfather had told me about his late son, how he passed, and how he was an aspiring author who actually had a book published in my shop.

A woman had told me her troubles and how she wished to leave the life she led, she wished to get away. As far as I know now, she moved out of the city, back to her home, where she could live out a life she truly enjoyed.

A young boy complained on how his Father had gotten rid of his beloved dog when his Mother gave birth to a little girl. He told me he feels as if he parents no longer care about him now that his sister is born. He was lonely, at such a young age too.

These may not seem like interesting stories to you, but to me, they're a little snip bit of people's lives, and nothing could be more intriguing to me.

But I'm getting off topic.

My curiosity only grew as they continued to visit me everyday, I knew nothing about them, yet, they brought a warm feeling with them that made me feel comfortable, but not comfortable enough to ask why on earth they were here all the time. Didn't they have somewhere better to be? 

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I heard the bell to the front of my shop ring. I shot my head up for my desk, and sure enough, there they were again.

"Hi." They simply said.

"Hi." And then they were gone, off to the large shelving unit full of books off to the back wall. I watched as they gently ran their fingers acrossed the spines of a few books before picking one off the shelf, and sitting down, mildly out of sight from where I was sitting at my work desk.

I adjusted my glasses and went back to the small amount of work I had. The upside of working in a bookshop/library in the middle of no where was the small work load.

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I let out a yawn and stretch, checking my watch.

11:35pm

Ah yes, closing time.

I got up out of my chair, and tucked it in. I walked around the little shop to make sure everything was in order. Walking behind one particular shelf, I see them, head on the table, asleep. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find the site adorable, even through I'm not one to get attracted to easily. 

I sat down beside them, and gently shook them, not wanting to scare them awake.

"Hey." I whispered. They slowly opened their eyes and lifted their head, looking around slightly.

"Oh I'm sorry, is it closing time?" They rubbed their eyes and yawned. "I didn't mean to fall asleep I'm terribly sorry."

"It's closing time, but don't worry about it, there's no rush." 

"I wouldn't want to keep you here any longer. I'm sure you're itching to get home."

"Not particularly," I put my head on my fist. "I live here." They looked around as if confused on where I could possibly stay. "There's an upstairs." They nodded.

"You're here by yourself?"

"Mhm." There was a silence between the both of us as we listened to the rain on the tin roof that made itself known. The silence wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, it was calm and soothing in a way. 

"You must get lonely." I thought for a minute, was I lonely? Maybe? I'm not sure.

"I believe some people are just meant to be alone. Not in a sad or self degrading way. Some people are just build to be without company. I think I'm one of those people."

"I think I am too." They spoke softly, not looking at me, but out the window rather. "But I believe, even the people who are most comfortable with being alone, deep down, they want someone to share experiences with, make memories, have fun. Even people who want to be alone want friends to be alone with."

"I never thought of it like that." It was true, what they said was true. Despite enjoying the soothing quiet nature around me, I did wish I had someone to share it with. This conversation got a lot deeper than I intended. "Why do you come here so often?"

"Where else can I find someone like me?" They looked at me for a brief second before getting up, I followed suit. "I'll be back tomorrow, maybe we can be lonely together then?" I was a little shocked at their boldness but nodded nevertheless.

"I think I'd quite enjoy that." They walked to the door and before they could leave, I had a moment of realization. "Wait! I never got your name." They turned around, one foot out the door.

"Y/N." 

"Zeyu." I gesutered to myself, they nodded and smiled, before opening their umbrella and leaving the shop.

What an interesting person.