Will opened the library door, and slung his overcoat over the back of his favourite armchair, now leaking puffs of stuffing from and arm. He went to the nearest shelve, and ran his long, nimble fingers across the bindings of the old books, each one giving him a different feeling, as though for a nanosecond, he saw the lives of the characters unfold in front of his crystalline blue eyes. He stopped as a book, its spine he had touched, had fallen out of its place, onto the floor, creating a small flurry of dust in the air. He picked it up and smiled, for the reason he did not know why, he thought it just felt familiar, like a persons touch, but that person was forgotten. Sense And Sensibility, by Jane Austen. He opened the front cover, carefully, as if it could turn to dust at any moment, a piece of parchment fell out, hovering in the air before him, at nose level. Will plucked it from the air, and read the Italic script.
To Whoever may read this:
Ooh, A book of this category really does appeal to my romantic literature. Saying, what else could a woman want, other than to be swept off her feet by a handsome stranger, for him to fall with her, but she doesn't find it until the end, when, somehow, it is nearly too late. But then again, in it's own way, the timing is perfect. By far, a pleasurable and engaging read. Quite ironic really, as for my timing whilst reading this book. For I, have been swept off my feet, and fallen in love with a handsome man. Well, as for me, I consider myself quite lucky. Most people miss their one great love. But I am lucky. I have four great loves.
Tessa Gray
Will closed his eyes for a moment, and looked at the high ceiling, a burning sensation prickling the back of his eyes. He slipped the nose into his waistcoat pocket, and put the book into its original place back on the shelf. Will rested his arm on the shelf, leaning his head on his arms, the sound of rain hitting the tiles on the institute roof, and the rattling glass panes of the windows, its sound seemed to become sharpened to Wills ears.
He looked up as he saw Cecily peek her head around the library door, her expression, open, curious, but her eyes looked concerned. "Will, are you are alright? You...just seem rather quiet, and it was just bothering me a bit...out of you two, Jem is more the quieter one. He is talking more than you in an hour than you do in a day."
Will didn't reply, he padded across the rug, and deposited himself into h=the armchair, causing for stuffing to leak out of the arm.
Cecily marched into the room, and sat herself on the long oak table in front of her older brother, her crystalline blue eyes she shares with her brother, narrowed slightly. Her expression softened as something dawned on her. She reached over and grasped her brother's rough hand in her own, to his surprise. "It's Tessa isn't it Will? I know you're in love with her. And Jem is too. I think that you're scared of many things Will. And, this has a lot to do with it. Everytime you see her, your heart beats for two, not one. But then, it beats for three. Yourself, Jem and Tessa. They're part of you Will, and you couldn't react or oppose, because they would break, and for you, it is like you're breaking yourself into three. With Jem," Cecily smiled softly. "You've known each other for years, you've loved each other for years, and, at some point in your lives, particularly for Jem's life, you've looked at each other and thought, "Stay with me". You simply love them too much, that, if you do make a difference, it will drown you. This is where two things collide Will. The Power Of One and The Power Of Love. There's something for you to think about Will. Hopefully, it will help you. Or, at least, lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and she will fix you." Cecily finished, with a small wave, she went from the room, not bothering to close the door behind her.
"Cariad, when did you get so wise, in love, of all subjects?" Will asked.
Cecily came back into the library, a small smile on her lips. "I didn't Will. Tessa has a knack for speaking her thoughts aloud. I simply listened to her." Cecily added, with a devilish smile.
