Vivan tells me about what she say. I believe her. I believe her because the same thing has been happening to me since I was five. Except mine are a little different. I tell Vivan about the dream, including the part about her. Luckily she downtown look at me like I'm crazy. "What does this mean? What do we do?" She asks me with a painful glint in her eyes. "I think it's obvious," I say in a hushed voice "we find the book," she nods and stands up. It's this way she says gesturing for me to follow. When we reach the shelf she described and she pulls out the book. "Should we open it?" I ask. "No, we should open it somewhere more private," she says looking around. "Do you know anywhere that would be good?" My reply is simple, the park. She nods and walks over to the self check out that our library installed a year ago because only one person worked here.
We leave the library and we take our time walking to the park. Neither of us talk, and I can't help but notice how stunning she is. Her light golden eyes are focused and sharp but at the same time soft and sweet. Her lips are a light rosy pink and her face is embellished with cute freckles that kinda look like stars. I catch myself staring and turn my gaze away from her face. We've reached the park and sat are now sitting on a bench. I clear my throat catching her attention.
"I guess it's now or never,"
YOU ARE READING
The River
Paranormalidk what the heck I'm wrighting, but hopfully it will be a a good ol' paranormal short story! Please ignore my gramical mistakes, I'm a small bean with 0 wrighting experience.
