The day is beautiful
In its own way
However, the night captivating
I visited the old library
I hadn't been there since I had been a kid
I last went with my parents
Those were the brighter days
The library was smaller than I remembered
No bigger than a decent sized living room
Located above chemist in the quieter part of the town
With butterfly's painted on the door
I remember an elderly couple owning it
However today a young girl who seemed my age was in there
Returning book I presumed
Perhaps their granddaughter
I retraced of the lady telling my mother of their beautiful granddaughter
They called her 'butterfly'
The girl didn't seem to notice I was here so I thought I would just let her undisturbed
She clearly had her mind racing
I entered the aisle she was in
I was looking for a very particular book
A book I think will give me some answers I need
She acknowledged my presence as I walked past but she never turned
I was curious as what she looked like
Her black hair was neatly braided to the side
Yet I still couldn't see her face
I refocused on my main objective of finding the book
I entered the next aisle before finding the ancient book
"It's still here" I smirked
I held it delicately reminding myself of what my father said to me
"A book is the knowledge that must be handled with care''
Just as I opened the book I caught something
An enticing pair of large black orbs staring up at me through the shelves of the bookcase
Her eyes filled with curiosity
The more she stared
The more familiar she seems
You could see her brain flipping, thinking about where she had seen me
We knew each other without actually meeting
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Red String || m.y.g
Fantasía"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...
