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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Do I have attachment issues? Maybe.
Am I having trouble coming to terms with the fact that I am already submitting my book review assignment? Definitely.
'Especially when I was a completely different person when I first started this,' I thought and finally gave the professor my handwritten review. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest, but it somehow left a hole that made me feel a bit empty.
I know.
It's not the book review itself. It's the memories associated with it that are making me feel things I thought I couldn't feel ever since the breakup.
As I slung my bag over my shoulder and gathered my belongings, I noticed that the only students left inside the room were me and River. Oddly enough, he just leaned against the doorway as if waiting for me to exit. His face held an unreadable expression, and I honestly don't know what to feel about it.
"Ebony. Can we talk?"
I decided to humor him.
"What is there to talk about? I thought I made it clear that I prefer talking to you with your face covered in a white sheet, Ronan."
River smiled. "But it would be such a shame to cover this face-up. Now that the book review is over, maybe it's time for us to finally start taking our relationship to the next level?"
I stood my ground as he approached me with a gentle smile.
"Ebony, I like you."
A small crept its way to my face as he caressed my cheek.
My eyes never left his.
"It's a good thing we managed to finish your 'Jar of Things I've Given Up' just in time, huh?"
"Yeah. We finished them just in time..." River leaned in but before he could even capture my lips in a kiss, I stomped on his foot and pushed him away.
I pinned him with a hardened look.
"Wrong. Ronan and I never managed to finish that jar. There's one paper crane left in there, but I guess the extent of your knowledge doesn't include that tiny detail," I stated as a fact and lifted my hand to reveal the folded paper tissue I managed to snatch from his back pocket. Unfolding the tissue revealed the same note Ronan left me the night we first met at the library. "I knew I lost this somewhere. It was neatly folded inside my bag, mixed with my other stuff. You must've gotten possession of this that time we were paired up for an assignment. I guess you recognized the writing too since you've always asked for Ronan's help with your essay assignments."
"H-How did you know?"
"River..." I sighed. "I kept my mouth shut since the Ghost Festival commotion when I mistook you for him. That was my mistake... I was worried sick for Ronan and, for a second, I mistook you for him before realizing something was definitely off. I don't know why never bothered to tell me the truth, though."
