It's cliché. Yes. However, it was the place that acted like a second home.
Somehow, you felt like you were becoming more and more intelligent by just being in the presence of the novels despite the fact that you never read them.
You didn't go there for the stories did you?
The feeling of escapism in the silence - save the flipping of pages- made you come back again
and again
and again.
So this was the last place that you'd met Maria. And you thought it would be the last place you'd shed tears.
You were wrong. So, so wrong.
