Morning always came too quickly
The night is never long enough
No matter what time you sleep, you will always be tired in the morning.
It had been quiet in the library, only the occasional student looking for a book
That's what I loved about the place
It was a place where quietness was a necessity
It reminded me of the tranquillity
The gentle ticking off the clock
The birds 'talking' outside the small window that shone a minimal light
Just enough to read with no lights on
The small bell I had placed above the door gently chimed announcing the arrival of a person
Although, I was busy returning books to their homes after they'd been borrowed
I felt the person's presence pass behind me but I didn't dare turn
I felt them enter the row after mine
I peeked to see large pale hands carefully picking up the book as if they were butterfly wings
I remember that aisle being about myths and legends
I hadn't read many books on the subject as it didn't interest me but it seemed to interest him
I stood a little straighter and my eyes met his
Through the bookcase
His eyes were adorned with a cold stare which seemed strangely inviting to me
I lost myself in his small yet deep brown eyes
This continued for what seemed like hours but must have been seconds
Both us burning into each other's souls as if mute and could only speak with our eyes
Something about him
His presence
His aura
Something
Intrigued me
Like we had a connection
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Red String || m.y.g
Фэнтези"The Gods tie an invisible red thread around the little finger of those who are destined lovers, regardless of place, time or circumstances.This mystic cord may stretch and tangle, but will never break for eternity.The string will be revealed once t...
