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Do I Look Lonely? [Loceit] (Librarian AU)

I feel depressed. I'm sorry for everything being so bad recently.

STORYTIME.

Do I look lonely? I see the shadows in my face.

People have told me I don't look the same.

Maybe I've lost weight? Am I the kind to play hooky?

I'm not the best of the best, my heart stays in my chest.

You'll never see it, true.

I'm walking a long road, watching the sky fall.

Not even a speck, my bare empty neck

How do I live...

The Death of a Bachelor?

Logan's favorite pastimes in the library was rewriting the lyrics of songs to completely change the tone of the song, not the mood. The mood of a song is in the music, but the tone is in the words. Death of a Bachelor has a happy tone but a depressing mood, so Logan decided to finally match the two in the more melancholy light. It reflected the repressed emotions inside of Logan's soul. He flipped the page of the notebook, folding over the corner of the page. He planned on making a second verse whenever he has a more gleeful tone himself.

He looked up and saw the people in his library, all silent and doing their own thing. A library is an introvert's dream, and Logan is living in it. He barely had to do any social interaction, however the interaction he does do it is minimal. Plus he gets to indulge in his love of organization and his love of literature. It's a double win. Logan lived a happy, serene life. However it could be quite boring sometimes. Some companionship would be ideal, though he isn't home enough for a pet and he certainly can't bring one here. So that question...

Does he look lonely? 

Logan's hypothesis: yes. He does look extremely lonely. That's why nobody comes to ask him for help. He's so stoic, suffers from a horrid case of rbf, and spends his days reading being s counter or rewriting song lyrics to completely chance the tone of the song as though it was nothing more than a middle school poem. Some of his favorite works of this include Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco, Cavetown, and Doddleoddle. Logan is reading no in music theory, so perhaps he can begin writing his own songs. Just to pass his time. 

Logan watched everyone around him, taking a sip of his tea that has gone cold from sitting out on his desk for so long. Was there anyone he could attempt st assisting in his line of sight? Any shelves needing attention for a tidiness check? Logan's Minor OCD was extremely helpful towards that. Logan sighed and opened his notebook, going to the new page. Maybe Logan should try writing his first poem, he can think of a melody for a song later.

The shadows under my eyes drain their color

A frown permenantly painted in place

It never budges

Will it ever budge?

A layer of dust covers the ground around the path I walk

It's not like I could ever step out there anyway

It must look lonely

Do I look lonely?

I must look lonely.

Sad

Pathetic

Man.

Logan was finishing up the cursive writing, adding the dots and lines to all the Ts, Is, Xs, etc. Logan heard someone clear their throat and Logan glanced up. A rather well dressed man with broad shoulders stood before him, holding a book in reptiles of the world and another book that was a mystery novel. Mysteries were always good. They keep you on the edge of your seat. Logan didn't smile, he only engaged in the same interpersonal interaction that he has scareceley scattered in every day. However, he had no clue that this conversation would last a little while.