I lifted my head from scanning the magazine advertisements. A different face had been occupying the window seat of the library across from me for the past few days. The heavy book, large bag, and paper cup were the same, but it wasn't her. I looked back down at the magazine. I was reading the same page over and over again for an hour. My eyes weren't processing the words at all. Why was I still here? I couldn't fabricate an answer. Among people who were absorbed in their own worlds, I was carelessly reading the same page of a magazine. I felt impatient, as if something was supposed to start, but I knew nothing would happen.
I brought the magazine back and strolled between bookshelves. They were taller than I was, filled to the brim with books. An open window breeze carried the library's scent in the air. I reminisced my high school years. The books I read in the company of my friends in that storage room had the same scent. Had the present me grown from the old me at all? I couldn't bring myself to be positive. It could've been because everything seemed to be frozen back then. I moved to a different bookshelf and picked an old book I studied from high school. I had to start over. I had to give everything up one at a time.
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