The Librarian, Her Lover, And Everything In-between

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        I pushed the wooden doors open and was immediately welcomed with all that accompanied a building that had been closed up for years. The light from the outside rushed in and illuminated the room, revealing it's unkempt state— covered in dust from ceiling to floor, wall to wall, I welcomed it though—the dust, the musk, the coolness of the room.

      I stepped into the room, walked past the table and chair that sat against the wall, towards the large rows upon rows of bookshelves that held various dusty books, touching anything I could dance my fingers across.

  I remembered, vividly, that this used to be my favorite place in the whole of this town, the place where I could close myself away from the world.  And I was deeply pleased to find out that after all these years, the books hadn't been destroyed, the library—my hiding place— hadn't been destroyed, and I was very thankful for that. Not that it could be destroyed— or could it?— it belonged to Aunt Enny.

     Even so, I still found it hard to believe that this library had been left to me by Auntie.
Aunt Enny, mother's sister, had willed the library to me before she died, but that was a topic for another time.

 
           Walking around the library checking out the amenities and other necessities, I took note of what needed to be repaired, added, removed, or replaced; the walls needed to be repainted, the widows washed, the books dusted, the floors scrubbed, the bookshelves updated, arranged, cleaned, and restocked.

   Then, I had to get the library registered and this and that. All this alone was just for the main area of the library. I still had the sitting area of the library to think about and work on, not to forget the main office as well.
 
  I sighed and went out of the building, making sure to lock the doors— I also had to get a better, stronger door and lock; robbing a library was not unheard of.

     The outside, or compound of the library also needed some grooming, though it was not going to cost as much as the library itself; grasses needed to be trimmed, flowers needed to be introduced, the trees were present already and so there was no need to plant any trees.

     I quickly wrapped up my inspection and walked out of the iron gates, locking it behind me.

  Overhead, the sun was shining very brightly as it always is. The soft breeze wove through the branches of trees, shaking down leaves. There was the occasional  sounds of a critter scurrying along and the birds flying around.

The day was normal, good, as well as unbearably hot.

        I looked down at the paper in my hand, and if there was one thing I could deduct from what had been scrawled on it, it was that my entire work had been cut out for me.

   
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Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @KittyKiller0122.

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