The Supernatural Can't Exist

Chapter 5

Mathew's P.O.V.

"You see I usually find myself amount strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me." -F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby

When I saw this line I finally found myself able to relate to the fictional character whose story I read through many a times as I thought of all the bad in my life and all the bad that was to come out of it. I was born a monster, an outcast, even expected to embrace the monster I was forced to become, and to accept that I would be alone for the entirety of my immortal life. I hate the idea of getting to do so many normal things that I'll never be able to experience again despite the fact I'll never run out of time, while these people don't embrace their mortality or value the experience of another's life and disregard these times that they'll never be able to experience again. Being in this library has given me time to reflect on all that I now understand and couldn't before, but all these mind-numbing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing with a small creak ringing throughout the silent area, and suddenly I wasn't the only one under sixty in the library. I decided to listen in on said person's conversation with the elderly librarian.
"Hello Mary dear, How are you?"
"Hi Mrs. Warner, I'm doing fine, and you?"
"I'm doing well."
"That's good, I was wondering if you ordered any of the books I requested for the school?"
"I actually ordered them all but only one came in this morning, "The Great Gatsby" I believe. It's right down that aisle to the left."
"Thank you. And how was your break?"
"Oh it was wonderful, and thank you for asking dear, now run along and go find your book before someone else does."
"Okay, bye Mrs. Warner, have a nice day."
After a few seconds of silence I then began to hear the footsteps of the kind girl getting closer to me as I suddenly realize the book this person is looking for is in my hands, so I casually began to continue reading as they rounded the final corner to this section of the library that separated me from her.
" Oh, I didn't know anyone else came here for lunch, and I see you found one of new books, how are you enjoying it so far?"
Oh it's this girl again why does she have to be everywhere, and based on her reaction to seeing me I could see that she felt the same way, which actually kind of hurt.
"I find it interesting and thought provoking. The main character is quite intriguing."
"Glad to see someone appreciates literature as much as I do, especially that book." After saying that she beamed a fake smile and was clearly annoyed to not be the first to have the book, and as an attempt to keep up my act, I tossed it over to her saying that she should finish quickly so I have a chance to finish it. This single kind gesture I performed for her must've been so unexpected to her that it brought confusion to her features and her glasses raised slightly.
When the shock finally left her face, she learned some manners and said a quiet "thank you."
To which I responded with, "Whatever, just finish the book quickly so I can have a chance to read it soon."
I saw it in her face, that this was not the reply she expected, even though this had been my attitude all day, I do wonder what she expected me to say though.

Mary's P.O.V.

He was nice to me.