Alyssa opened the book and saw the poem and all the pressed flowers again. She turned to the next page.
"Blue was the color of her jumper, when you saw her all alone. Messy hair up tight, with eyes as green as emeralds. Nodding her head to the beat of the music while she works. Notice me? I plead, but it was useless. Because how can someone notice a thief in a city full of angels."
His name was signed at the bottom just like his last one was. Who is that girl?Why would he write about her? She closed the book feeling guilty. She was violating his privacy and his love. It wasn't right.
Alyssa showered and made a decision to go to the library and relax and She took the book just in case. She cycled my way over to the library, that she often work at on the weekends. Alyssa walked into the library and was greeted by Heather, everyone else knew her as Mrs. Quake. She was a fragile and sweet old lady, in her 70s. Her husband died in a tragic car accident in his 40s and she says she hasn't found another love since. She's waiting till she is taken away from this world and reunited with him. Quite sweet isn't it.
Alyssa sat down at one of the study tables near the back of the library and opened the leather book. She closed it as quickly as She had opened it. Alyssa still felt a guilt rush over me. She stood up and walked around the library looking if there is any new vintage books anyone might of bought in. After a while of dawdling she finally sat down and came to the conclusion that if she didn't read the book now and just returned it to it's rightful owner, She would regret it. She sat down and opened the book once again. She flipped past the three pages She had already read. Alyssa came to a sketch. It was a sketch of a woman at a café counter ordering something. The surrounds of the sketch seemed familiar. It was the same café that he went to every day. The girl was wearing tights and a big sweater, with her hair down. I couldn't tell who it was as he drew her with her back towards him. She was so familiar she couldn't put my finger on it, until She did...
It was Alyssa.
