The Last Song of a Pure Water

Chapter 7

𓄼 AERYLLAVICIANA 𓄹

When I wake up, the hourglass is already there—the one I’ve had my eyes on before Damon’s arrival at the clock shop.

          Actually, it's a bit different. The wood that holds the glass filled with blue sand is painted in silver. The one I was eyeing yesterday has pink sand and the wood isn't painted. And I like the one I’m seeing now better.

          I slowly sit up on the bed before landing my feet on the tiles. I push myself to stand and make my way to the hourglass.

          My fingers find its body as I hold it up into the air and inspect it. I turn over the hourglass and watch as the blue sand goes through the small hole and drops to where it belongs.

          After tossing and turning the hourglass, playing with it in the meantime, I notice my name is carved onto the wood at the base of the hourglass.

          Riverita.

          Well actually, it isn't my name but rather a nickname given to me by a certain demon.

          I wonder where he got this. I didn't see this design the day before.

          I put the hourglass back on the nightstand before I prepare myself and march to Ian’s library after.

          Each step I take feels heavy for some reason. I’m reminded of my meeting with Ivy the other day, one that caused me to feel somewhat restless. I wonder if she’ll be there again?

          After bracing myself to face her, I push the door open but instead of seeing her, I’m met with her brother instead, the owner of this library.

          Relief washes over me once I see him. I’m utterly glad I don't have to deal with Ivy’s wrath.

          Ian glances over the door upon hearing it creak while holding an opened book in his hands. His eyes stray from the words written on the papers to me.

          “Oh,” he lets out a low sigh before closing the book and taking off his glasses. Then, he takes half a few steps towards me. “It's you, Lavicia.”

          I give him a light smile.

          “Well,” he sweeps his hair back. “Looking for a new book?”

          I nod. 

          “I’m afraid I’d have to disappoint you, Lavicia.”

          I raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

          Another sigh escapes his lips. “The bookstore hasn't sent the books I've gotten for you yet.”

          This has never happened before. It usually takes less than 24 hours but it's been three days. Something must've happened for the delivery to be delayed.

          The thing is, I can't wait. I might be a patient person but that quality doesn't apply to books. Books are the one and only thing I would like to have the moment I ask for it.