The Book Of Lies [Editing]

Chapter 3 -- Coffee Shop

Chapter 3 – Coffee Shop

Note: No, the chapter was not named inaccurately. Read and you’ll see.(This is going to be a shorter chapter, sorry! And also I just realized how short my other chapters were. Apologies again -- I'll write more next time!)

               

                A walk out on a winter morning is quite easily one of the most refreshing things you can do. I watched my steady breaths become visible as I blew hot air out of my mouth. I sat down on a lonely white park bench, hands still in my pockets. Everything was still as I closed my eyes. This seemed like a perfect time for someone to drift into sleep, but one of the many fallen angel’s curses are the fact that we cannot sleep. A snowflake landed on my nose and I instantly opened my eyes once again. Right, I should get back to business.

                A chill went down my spine.

                It wasn’t because of the cold icy air around me, or even the freshly fallen snow.

                My blue eyes widened in alarm as I reached over to the empty spot next to me on the bench.

Empty.

                Where’s my book? My precious book; the meaning of my mere existence? If I was to fool around and make another mistake, I could be demoted. But a fallen angel being demoted…that means…

I took a sharp breath thinking about it. My body jolted up and I looked around me. Where could I have left it? Did it fall in the snow? Was it lost on the way here to the park?

I panicked, diving below the bench, throwing snow behind me and trying to find my book. Behind me, a brunette around my age scoffed at my behavior, walking down the path I just came from. She seemed really nice. Sort of.

“Hey! You, the brunette in the dark blue coat! I’ve lost something important to me; a book! Do you think you could possibly help me look?”

                She looked over her shoulder a little, making me certain that she heard me. Her head spun forward, tossing her shoulder length curly brown hair behind her. And, in the process, gave me the cold shoulder. On a cold winter morning.  Funny.

                After digging in the snow for around half an hour, my fingers were feeling a little numb. I may have extra health boosts being an angel and all, but I’m not invincible. Immortal, but not invincible, if that makes any sense at all. I buried my head into my hands, trying to think of where I had left my precious book.

                My head snapped up, remembering the girl from just now. Or rather, the direction she was going. The snowy path that I took coming from the coffee shop! That’s it! The coffee shop!

                I sprinted there as quickly as I could, the brittle air stinging my eyes as I ran at full speed.  When I reached the coffee shop, I had barely broken a sweat, being really in shape and all. But what I saw when I looked through the window of the coffee shop almost knocked my breath out of me.

                The girl, from the park.

She was crying, with her head in her hands and tears streaking down her face.

And in front of her, open and clearly visible, was my book, The Book Of Lies.

Oh no.