His Heart

Chapter 1

It was the beginning of my work day when I just heard about a man walking in the sky. He looked so famaliar, but I couldn't draw a certain conclusion. I walked back into my bookstore to get ready for the day. People were pouring in after a few minutes of opening. I sold a variety of books, magic theories, fantasy, nonfiction, and other things you can think of. I've made so many new friends with my book shop. It's quite exciting since I've been a bookworm my entire life, never leaving my room and being stuck in my fantasy world. It's not as harsh as the real world.

"Thanks for the books Y/N!"

"You're welcome. Come back anytime."

I closed up my store and headed upstairs where my dog was laying down. I patted his head and walked off to get ready for bed. I've been having strange dreams lately, one was about a moving castle with chicken legs. Another was about this one girl I met at Hatter's. She was very nice, but she was somewhat shy to talk to people. I'm not the one to judge, I've been quite almost my entire life. But I was hoping tonight's dream wasn't going to be weird.

I was floating in the sky, carried by this man. The same man that was floating today. He had short navy blue hair. An odd color for a man's hair. He was wearing a necklace and earrings. Another strange feature for a man. Wearing a white shirt and black jeans, he had a slim figure as well. He was also a monster. Though I have never seen him as a monster, some instinct told me he was. I remember seeing him, around when I was eight and living with my mother. He walked past me and my mother at a store. I had dropped something, I think it was a fruit. It rolled over to his feet and he picked it up. Staring at it for a second, he handed it back to me. I then scurried over to find my mother, and since that encounter, I never saw him again.

Waking up today was a weird feeling in itself. I walked down to open the book store as usual, but there was no early morning rush. It was all quite today.

"That's a little unusal."

I walked behind my desk, my light blue hair dangling at my sides. It was short, around my shoulders and a little higher. I have hasel eyes, some men say they're very pretty, but I doubt that they mean it, only trying to reel me in like everyother man in this town. The door opened up and I turned to face the door.

"Good morning, sir. Need help finding a book?"

"That won't be neccessary. I'm on a very quick hunt for a spellbook," said the man.

"Oh, the magic books are in the back corner, let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you."

The man walked into the back corner, when I caught a glimpse of something shining off his ear. It was an earring. He was a slim figure, necklace, white shirt, and black pants.

"The same man from my dream," I whispered.

I went back to work, restacking books and putting them back where they belong, where I almost bumped into the man.

"I'm so sorry, sir."

"It's quite alright. A lot of girls are somewhat clumsy around me."

"They are?"

"I believe it is because of the current, but I've been told it's because of my looks."

"Your looks?"

"Yes."

This conversation had gotten on a bad start, more awkward than normal, actually.

"Hope you find everything alright."

"Actually, I found everything I need."

He had three large books underneath his arm.

"Then I can ring you up immediately."