Morse Code- Eremin

The Library

~Eren's POV~

It was quiet, it didn't require talking. Which is why reading is probably my favourite hobby.

As I skipped along the nearly empty street I had only one thing on my mind- finding a good book. Though that meant that I had to look through every book genre except biographies it still narrowed my options down a little bit. Running into the library I saw that it wasn't too crowded, in fact, there were only two people I could see in the front entrance.

"Nice to see you again Eren! Are you looking for a new book?" Nancy, the lady that checked out books asked. Every employee and even some of the regulars of the library knew me. Maybe that's because I've been going to the library since I was thirteen.

I smiled and nodded before slipping my backpack off my shoulders. Reaching through the hole that was torn in my backpack I quickly retrieved the book I had recently finished- The Lord of the Rings. I've read all the books three times already but they never seemed to get old. After handing the book to Nancy I made my way through the labyrinth of book for children, teens, adults and so on.

As I strolled around, glancing at the various last names that adorned the book, I thought I saw a familiar face. But it was probably just my imagination.

In the fiction section I started thinking of him. The way his hair bobbed up and down with each step he took, the way his voice sounded of true perfection as words trailed across his pink lips. And then I stopped myself. There's no way I could think to communicate with him. I've never thought of anyone the way I thought of him and I couldn't even tell him how I feel! How is that fair? People get to talk and laugh and make memories with their loved ones but with the one person I believed to be in love with, I couldn't even ask how his day was or what his favourite restaurant was or what his future plans would be.

There had to be a way we could communicate. I ran past the fiction and nonfiction, past poetry and biographies. Running through science I didn't see anything to help my predicament. History books wouldn't help, in no way would wars tell me how to communicate with the most perfect human being in the world. As I was running past bookshelves two words gained my attention- foreign languages. There was only a little hope that I could feel about this section but it wouldn't hurt to look.

French, Japanese, German, Dutch, Swedish. 'None of this will help' I thought to myself. Turning away I was about to leave the library in defeat when something caught my eye. Shoved in at the very end of the bookshelf was a huge book that looked as if it had hardly been used. This book I completely disregarded a few minutes earlier.

Practically forcing the book out of the crowded bookshelf my eyes grew wide. 'Yes? This might work!' I thought to myself as I read the title. Those two words gave me so much hope.

Morse Code.