What would the world be like without pain? A world that didn't cause evil. Where the world could be in peace and harmony.
What would the world be without feelings? The constant anger and sadness make everyone human. Yet the shut down of who you fee...
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The smell of flowers and trees as you walk through the streets of Quantico. The birds were always calming to your ears as they chirped in somewhat of a melody. You moved to Quantico to meet new people and to start over.
Yet the reality of staying in your hometown, Vegas, was somewhat unsettling to you. How your memories had made you remember pieces of the past that were gone made you shiver to the core of your spine. If everything I saw was magical, why did the world seem dark, lonely, and cold? The world where evil took over our subconscious thoughts. You looked at your usual library place, the same old brown building that was pretty old, maybe around the 1960s.
The library always made you feel comfortable, the feeling of fantasies that made you dream, such as medieval knights and lonely princesses. Yet the only illusion is not true as images are within our heads. You walk up several concrete stairs, and going inside, Paula stands by her desk. You have always wondered how long Paula has worked in such an old library. You walked inside with a massive smile on your face.
"Welcome back, Y/N; I still see that you are not fond of having a crowd of people in the library. The usual time?" Paula smiled back; she gave you the typical slip with your hours in the library.
"Hi Paula, sadly I am still not too big with many people, especially as I like to always look at the beautiful site of books of each genre. The usual thirty to forty-five-minute time," The slip has always been to keep track of how long you stayed in the library. Y/N spent most of your years in the library looking at the books that made you see the light of new people and the solutions within an eye of problems.
You thanked Paula for always helping you stay within the boundaries of being alone in a library. You walked to the isles of different book genres, horror, comedy, and sci-fi. Your eyes shifted to the comic section. The comic section was a section you always had to read as you worked with kids full of imagination and curiosity—the darndest of kids are way too blunt about how the world is mysterious.
You grabbed your earphones from your pocket. You rarely have bags as you want to read most books within reach. As you placed your earbuds on your ears, you grabbed your phone, playing Class Fight by Melanie Martinez. Despite the foul language of music, you picked a book called Narwhal: Unicorn of the Sea by Ben Clanton. You wanted to know more about the kids you TA too. It wasn't that you tried to read the comic book; it was more for kids' amusement asking questions about anything. You walked to a significant area of bean bags, all with different colors. You grabbed a seat from the green bean bag, adjusting the bag to make you somewhat comfortable.
As you were reading, you could hear the door open from the library; you didn't look up as you were into this comic book. Somewhat amusing for a child comic book to entertain you. You noticed you took your sweet time finding the comic section as you finished the book. Walking to the book section, you took out your earbuds, hearing some noise from the isles, hiding from areas of books. As you were peaking your head, you could see a tall six foot one man, sadly all you see is his back, with a dark skin bulky man, he has a bit of hair in his head but all around six foot one.
