I roamed around the shelf in the library looking for an angel story again, I feel inlove with an angel story when I read the book he lend me.
I smiled while I'm looking this book, I'm waiting for him since last two weeks but no sign of him. I've gone hope for knowing his name, odd.
I'm reading every title of the book when a stranger come next to me, looking for a book too. I don't mind him but his looks disturbs me, there is something in his eyes that bothers me.
He caught me staring at him, so I look at the shelf in panic. He clears his throat.
"Hi." He said.
So I looked at him but he was looking at the book he was holding. I checked my back but there is only the two of us whose here.
"Uh? Sorry?" He looked at me, smiling. It resembles his smile. I can't help staring at him, he resembles him but his eyes are different from him. His eyes shines... with sadness.
He opened the book his holding at took a picture in between the pages, and he looked at me and then the picture and in me again.
"So, it's you?" He asked. He looked at my ID.
"Sorry? Do I know you?" I ask him with curiousity.
"So Claire is the name? I feel sorry for my brother for not be able to know your beautiful name.I'm here to give you this. Its from him."
Then he smiles and left. I opened the book, uh, journal?
Why it has my picture between the pages?
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Who Are You
Short StoryName is everyone's trophy, as for Claire his name she always misses in everyday. Who in the world would forget to asks anyone's name? She would always looked forward for a stranger she didn't expect will engrave mystery in her college life. A strang...
