I opened the library door and scanned the front of the large room. I didn't find her. Why did the library have to be so big? It's going to be hard to find her.
I ran to the left and scanned through the rows. I tripped over a pile of books and the box of chocolates fell out of my hand. I quickly opened it and scanned to see if any chocolate was in bad shape. I sighed in relief when I saw that none of them had been damaged.
I picked up the box and continued looking through the rows and rows of shelves holding books. I stopped when I saw brown hair in one aisle. However, it wasn't Camille. I frowned. Could this day get any worse?
YOU ARE READING
5 Minutes Left to Love
Short StoryWhat goes through the mind of someone who is about to confess their love in 5 minutes? -Sequel to 5 Minutes Left to Live- BTW: Not related in any way to Book 1
