aesthete [l.s]

chapter 1 // forelsket

forelsket.
what a peculiar word.
it seems so simple to understand yet so difficult to fathom.

forelsket (n.) the euphoric experience when you're first falling into love.

strange.
but pretty.

Harry reads the word over and over again, running his fingertips on the letters. Pretty words always encapsulated him. Even before he was thrown into the grown up world without a warning.

the library was about to close but Harry couldn't stop daydreaming about...everything.
it was a habit.
he hated it.
and he knew everyone around him was getting tired.

but he daydreams of forelsket. he imagines what it would be like to experience that gold rush, that feeling of unexplainable bliss.

that is until a tap on his shoulder snapped him out of his dream.

"it's time to go, young boy" Clara smiled. Clara was the librarian, and possibly Harry's favorite person on earth. she was tougher on other kids, he noticed, than him.

Harry rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"It's time to go" he repeated.

picking up the book (titled 'atermoiements'), Harry headed out off the library.

Clara sighed.

she watches as his figure fades away. he's so pure for a 15 year old, yet so mature. she really hopes he gets along okay.

Clara finally gets done, and leaves for home, too.

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A. N.
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