From December 1st till the night of Christmas many events occur in Aziel's life and all of them revolve around his 'Secret Santa'. The mysterious person who sends him gifts with meanings that run deep.
As the clues link and point to unusual directio...
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These days Aziel spent more and more of lunch breaks in the Library. The silent solace and the solidarity it offered was something he relished a lot.
It was in the depths of the library behind the walls of books, old and new, he liked to open the gifts he was receiving.
Jason followed him as he pushed at the heavy door of the library. Ignoring anybody to everybody he tried to maneuver to one of the secluded desks.
"Aziel!" he heard Mrs. Gryski call out to him. She was a woman in her early forties who possess a passion for pages of inks more than anyone else he had ever met. A few wisps of grey and small forming wrinkles near her eyes gave her a motherly look.
Aziel was surprised when he heard their school librarian call out to him. She was known to be a woman of few words and through the years he spent in high school, he had only heard her talk once.
"Someone left this for you," she said to him as she pulled out a neatly packed rectangular gift.
Wrapped in black kraft paper, the gift had been decorated with a white ribbon with green trees printed on it. Between the ribbons, a blue candy cane with a gift tag peaked out.
He carefully took the gift and thanked her. Sitting on his usual spot his eyes carefully moved across the beautifully decorated gift. The circular tag had his name in the familiar beautiful calligraphy.
With delicate fingers, he unraveled his gift and ignored Jason's burning stare.
In blue leather-bound was a copy of a novel, 'Pride and Prejudice'. The design and title were embellished in golden ink making it shine, under the white lights of the library.
Between the pages filled with the classic, a neat white envelope was neatly placed. Taking the envelope in his hands, he poured it's contents out on the table.
One after another a number cardboard pages made their appearance. All of them had this brownish hue to them which came as books aged. All of them were cut in neat rectangles and were adorned with words he was excited to read.
Picking them up he went through all of them.
'Completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.'
'My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.'
'In vain I have struggled.'
'You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.'
'My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.'
'You must know it was all for you.'
One after another quotes after quotes came and made an imprint across his mind. His heart gave a lull thud at few, looking too much into the meaning of words. At last, he finally found the long cardboard with message addressed especially for him.
'I can't count the number of times I have seen hiding behind these walls of the library. Trying to escape reality. Maybe next time you should consider sharing that experience with a book.
Someone who said that books never leave you, lied. Books do and they do that when they end and give us the bittersweet feeling of satisfaction and wanting.
Try reading and enjoying the pages of this classic. I hope you liked the bookmarks.
p.s. Talking Darcy to me is more effective than any pickup line. :)′
With hearts aligning the end was coming near and Aziel couldn't wait for it.
