The Eastwood Archives is not a place to be crying your heart out after a heartbreak.
No, definitely not when the said public library houses endless rumors of a weird Library Ghost that appears at midnight.
But when Ebony Suarez, a graduating college...
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"Will you go to the Ghost Festival with me?"
The memory of Ronan's question brought a sudden warmth in my chest.
Of course, I said yes.
'Yes. A million times, yes.'
I quickly shook my head, refocusing on the task at hand. Staring at myself in the full-length mirror, I forgot how long I'd been standing here looking like a complete idiot. In the last 30 minutes, I've emptied my closet until I am left with nothing but old school uniforms and sleepwear.
All the clothes I've tried on couldn't satisfy me.
They're either too bulky, too short, too itchy, too vibrant, or too dull.
"No, not this one."
"This does nothing for my frame!"
"Oh, God. I look like I'm in my 50's with this one!"
"I own this? Really?"
In the end, I was almost about to give up on this quest for something to wear when I spotted a top I never thought existed in my wardrobe until today. Looking back, I think it was gifted to me by my grandmother several family gatherings ago, back when I was too immersed in my broken heart and thought my world ended when my relationship with Anthony did.
I took another look in the mirror, and I hesitated. Not because I thought it was ugly on me, heavens no.
But because for the first time in forever, I realized... I was pretty.
"I wonder what Ronan would think?"
That thought immediately flushed my cheeks red. I mentally slapped myself for thinking about him a little too much these days. But then again, can you blame me? We're together literally every night. We experience the wonders this town has to offer while setting his paper cranes free from the jar. Just a couple of nights ago, we went night fishing near the lake, and all the while he was telling me scary paranormal stories that happened very woods. Then a few nights before that, I took Ronan out to Night Raven's Park, where we danced under the street lamp like kids who had nothing else to worry about the following morning. No music, just our laughter and heartbeats.
And maybe that's what Ronan makes me feel... He makes me feel like a kid. And it's the good kind of feeling like I can completely share my secrets and cookies with him.
Being with him heals my inner child.
I glanced at the wall clock and silently cursed myself, realizing I was already late.
"Well, I guess I have no time to change my outfit."
*
To satisfy any curiosities I might've left, I wore a pastel yellow knitted long-sleeved top paired with a plaid skirt and knee-high boots. Since it's the Ghost Festival, I figured I might as well wear some earthy colors in the mix because autumn is just around the corner.
