Monster ≫ h.s

4.2

🎵Naive by the kooks

m a i s y

I had been accepted into the University of Hartford, Brown and Cornell, it was tough decision but I eventually decided on Cornell because it was the closest to my family. But my mind drifted off to another person, whose ghost presence lingered around me like the plague.

Harry had taught me so many valuable lessons, including how to let go, how to fail and move on, and most importantly how to love.

I sat on the floor flipping sorting my clothes when for some odd reason I began to think of our first encounter, I looked around the room for the copy of 1984 and I couldn't find it in any of my piles.

I hadn't returned that book, I didn't take it back but it wasn't here. Maybe Colin had touched it...

I pulled at the chain on my neck when I had come to a realization I was either going to be spot on or terribly off but it was worth a shot.

The library wouldn't be open yet but Marian had given me a key. My father was still at work and my mother wasn't in right now I had at least fifteen minutes.

I leapt off my bed and ran down the stairs sprinting towards the library. My ribs ached as I struggled to catch my breath. My legs couldn't move quick enough as I created a harsh rhythm against the pavement beneath me.

I yanked the keys from my back pocket and twisted them into the lock. I was embraced with the musty smell of old books and parchment. I ran through the aisles my fingers brushing against the binds of the books until finally I rested on the one I wanted.

God I hope I wasn't too late, surely enough it was here. I hadn't moved it and I hadn't taken it out of my room it had to have been him. I pulled out the old copy of 1984.

I flipped through the pages, there was nothing here he had simply put the book back I didn't get it.

So that was it, I had been left to pick up the pieces of our hauntingly alluring relationship. I was experiencing a loss like I had never felt before. He left me without so much as a goodbye was I supposed to accept this?

"Coward, I deserve more than this." I yelled throwing the book across the aisle.

"of course you did, but you're so naive angel." He mumbled stepping out from behind a shelf.

My eyes widened and I had to process it, it had to sink in that he was really here. I ran to him in an all out sprint, jumping into his arms. I bursted out into tears wrapping my arms around his neck.

I took a deep breath and the faint smell of woods and musk was emitting from his sweatshirt. He held onto me tightly and I couldn't let go of him for the life of me. I kissed him all over and I still couldn't be sure it was really happening.

"Is this real?" I asked into the crook of his neck.

He rubbed my back with one hand still supporting me with the other, "yes angel it's real, I'm really here."

My legs were still hooked around his waist, and I looked at him and he looked the same, all the details of his face coming back. His took his thumb, gently wiping my tears away.

I was now standing on my feet, he looked at me his lips pressed into a thin line. "I wanted to say goodbye, a real goodbye."