FOOTNOTE

"Back to work after a long vacation surely is tiresome. Isn't it?" The Librarian chuckled at me.

"It is. But I love my work."

"No wonder. You left your job back at States and immediately signed up for this. Where was it again? Ahh, that corner. Was it? young lady?" she pointed the spot where I always read books during my high school.

"It is" I recalled and strolled through the shelf. As I passed by, an empty slot intrigued me. "I remember there was a book here" I called her out.

"Ahh, being as old I am, I can't remember if there was one. And years back I shuffled all the old receipts." she apologetically shrugged her shoulders.

If I wasn't wrong, I knew what book it was and possibly the place where I might find it. As the librarian got back to her work, I skipped few shelves away and reached that spot.

That place was still warm, as the sunlight passed through the window pane and sweet summer breeze twirled the curtains. Then I bent over to the last shelf and found the collection; his favourites.

"Maybe our librarian surely is getting old" I smiled to myself as I took out the books one by one and ended picking up a special one; we used to read it together after school.

The nostalgia urged me to flip the book open and there was his footnote. It was his handwriting back then.

"Feelings are reckless. I'll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship. I know patience won't change anything about how you might feel toward me. We are just side characters ending up alone. Yet, don't forget our friendship. Don't forget me"