Mr. Pride and I | jjk x llm

16

-Lisa-

The cold gush of air hit my face and I closed my eyes feeling it. It was raining once again, and I felt happy about it. One reason because it is my favorite season, of course, and second because I could wear my hoodies, which I am.

I thanked God, realizing the library was air conditioned, I wanted the feeling of cozy. It was really wide and the tiles and walls were colored wide, there were large shelves that stood in different areas of the room, of course, it's a library. There were banners that hang from the wall that held different types of books you might find interest in and the books were organized so neatly, to which I found oddly satisfying.

I excused myself from Jennie, Rosé, and Jisoo, telling them what I needed to do. And of course, they said yes.

I walked further into the room, hiding my hands into the long sleeves of the grey hoodie I was wearing.

"Good morning," the librarian said as she held papers and smiled. She looked to be in her early fifties, and her smiling eyes already looked tired, but I knew for sure, her youth was wild and everything happy. What her eyes held told me so.

I stopped for a second and bowed slightly, returning the smile she gave, but I knew it didn't shine half as bright as hers.

I continued walking and my eyes searched for the banner that said 'Non-fiction.' Our Social Studies teacher had given us a task to study about a hero of a country of your choice and afterwards, answer the questions she had written on the board, which we, of course, copied. Then, we needed to print it out and pass it before the week ends. But, she gave us strict instructions which reached the line of too much.

She told us to use a specific font, gave us the size of the letters and where we must place our name. She said, it must be printed on a short bond paper, not crinkled. Then, the papers containing your answers must be placed in a transparent, plastic folder. She had said it to us in a threatening way, and I knew not to mess with her right away.

Finally finding it, I walked towards the area, taking my time. I looked around, reading the titles of books I passed before my eyes landed on the banner that said 'Fiction.'

Oh, how I wanted to go there. I love reading books, mostly old ones, though. Because the old ones, I learned, looked to be so beautiful. How it was written made me feel like the author really poured his or her heart for it-but I am not saying other authors do not give their heart to the books they made, because I am pretty sure they do, too. The smell, too, was something I really enjoyed doing when reading. The yellowish pages were one of my favorite scents. And it felt amazing, but I wasn't here for that. So, I walked, feeling my heart cry a little.

I reached the shelves and saw the amount of books the shelves held.

Woah.

Was all my brain could think off.

I traced the wooden shelves as my eyes searched for an interesting biography of a hero. There were a lot, yet none of them seemed to grab my attention.

A few minutes later, I was still looking for something interesting. The library was silent, since there were approximately only three to five students, including me, in this room. I then heard a chair being pulled out somewhere. And my active eyes then looked to who pulled the chair and my mouth separated slightly seeing it was the girl.

Strangely, my heart beated fast and I didn't know what to think. My mind froze seeing her sitting there so calmly as she placed her hands on top of the table, holding each other.

She sat a long table away from where I was and she looked to be waiting for someone. She was looking around, as if she was excited to see whoever she was waiting for-if she is. But for a moment, I thought she was here to study a hero, but it looked clear to me, she wasn't, so I pushed those thoughts aside.