Love & Libraries

v : rebecca [ the end ]

Dear Reader,

So I have not outsmarted you with any of my clues. Well, I suppose it is a good thing I have not chosen to become a mystery writer, then.

You're probably itching to know what happened on the day of the confession and how the confession went down. Let me tell you everything. 

The next day, I pushed myself to go to school, a mask fixed on my nose and a few tablets to take in case my health took a turn for the worse again that day. During lunch break, I did as I had always done. I sat on the floor, grabbed my copy of Jane Eyre and began the journey to the end of the book. I had a note ready in my hand. 

But before I realized it, I had gotten lost in fiction. As usual. I had missed the jock coming in and sitting down at his usual spot. Before I knew it, there was a note next to me. It read :

Dear Bookworm, you weren't here yesterday to dish out a few more recommendations. I ended up finishing And Then There Were None as well as You Deserve Each Other within the same night. During the absence, I took it upon myself to read the Percy Jackson books. 

Dear Jock, you've done well. Why does it feel like we are master and student?

I sent the reply, berating myself for not revealing my true feelings and questions, sliding it on his table and sitting back down. Our exchange that day read :

Dear Bookworm, now that you point that out, it does feel that way. It makes me crack up for no reason. 

Dear Jock, I have a question for you. Why have you decided to cross over to the bookworms' world?

Dear Bookworm, it is because I have this girl I want to woo.

Dear Jock, who is she?

Dear Bookworm, well...you. Have I succeeded?

I looked up at him as he sat down on the floor opposite me and grinned. I grinned back, after a moment's surprise. I may be an introvert but that didn't mean I wasn't quick in recognizing a situation that favored what I wanted and grabbing hold of it. 

Now you may be wondering, "So what? He read a few books and you're head over heels for this guy?"

Well...it's not as simple as that. Have you heard of the term 'unreliable narrator'? Well, I am one. I've deliberately withheld the fact that this guy, this idiot is my best friend. We've been friends since we were in 6th grade. My crush on him has been a constant for many years now before finally materializing into something requited and resulting in a relationship. 

And that's the story of my relationship. Hope you had some fun while playing this ridiculous game. 

Hope you have a cozy romance like this one,
Savantika.

P.S Here's an update, peeps. Graduate and office worker Savantika speaking. Updating this note after so many years in the same library makes the nostalgia wash in like an ocean current. 

Reader, I married him.

Yes, I've gotten married to the idiot and converted him into a bookworm too! A win for the bookworms, no? Ha!

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a/n : and it's a wrap! this is the shortest novella i have written and i have enjoyed it too. fun fact, all five chapters were written within a day. personally, i feel that this length was appropriate for the story. what are your thoughts? let me know in the comments <3 

drop a vote if you liked the chapter! see you in the closing credits.