The Goddess in The Temple

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I hate reading. So I have no idea how I ended up in a sketchy small library, reading a book with the most painful love story I've ever read. I am so mad at myself for reading it. It makes me sob like a child that dropped their ice cream on the concrete ground in the middle of walking out of the park. And I despise crying more than reading so this is absolute torture but I just can't put it down.


"Hello dear," the librarian greets, making me look up and find who she's referring to. "I believe I am speaking to you, Sienna." she says with the fakest smile I have ever seen. It's even worse than the snobby rich kids in class give when the teachers compliment them.

How does she even know my name?


"Ah. You signed your name in the log book before entering and most everybody has signed off their names, so I presume you are Sienna. Am I mistaken?" she asks in a tone that you could think was worry but it just seemed like a tone that was mocking you but at the same time not mocking you.


"Uh... Yeah. My name is Sienna. Is... there a problem?" I stutter like an intimidated idiot because this woman's presence was overwhelming as fuck."Well, it's quite late now and I must close up soon. If you wish to continue reading the book you can go and keep it. Just sign your name on it and its yours."


"Huh-What-Really? Isn't this bad business? Don't you pay taxes?" Smartest questions to ask by me the idiot, Sienna Dolores.


"This is a free library dear, meant to share encased stories that have been lost in time. Anyone can come and go as they please to either take a story or to leave one of their own."


Why does she sound poetic? And like all poetry I've heard, it makes a lot of sense and no sense at the same time, no matter hoow fucking simple it is.


"Well uhh... Can you tell me the most painful story you know of? I need to make a paper but my professor was oddly specific with making one about the topic." This is a call for Help. Because I am not making a paper about how a widow fell in love with someone that acted like her husband but the guy feels sad because he doesn't know if she actually loves him or if she's staying because he acted like her dead husband.


Messed up shit. Never want to read that again. 10/10 do not-I really recommend.


"There are a lot of lost love stories, tales of grief, war, sufferings- I can suggest a few that deliver heart wrenching pain."


"Oh shit. I don't think I can do that. Uhhh... How about your most heart...wrenching story? If you have one I mean and-and if you would like to tell me. If you don't want to just- just give me a book suggestion that I can cry over more than I did when my dad accidentally killed my hamster."


She giggles like the flirty type of giggle my sister gives our neighbour but not actually flirty because she seems way older and more motherly. "Ah... Let's see.. A story I know by heart is... a tale of a Goddess trapped in her own Temple." she smiles, still faker than my apologies to my brother.


"Sounds angsty. Shoot me woman." I say raising my arms up for added effect.


"You're quite excited, aren't you?" she giggles sadly this time. How painful is this going to be? Oh my God.


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