The Unknown Life

Memories

Even True looks defeated.

Why couldn't anything be easy? Literally, everything in our lives was complicated.

True sits down at my side.

I am sobbing quietly.

"Hey, hey, calm down, everything will be okay." True says in a soothing voice.

I didn't believe that. "We always believe that, but was that ever true?" I question him with a glum face.

True doesn't hesitate to answer. "It was. We figured out how to decode the code. We found the book, even if it is only one of the books. We will find the other. We have overcome everything that stood in our path."

I think about it. It is true. But it didn't mean that it would mean that would happen again.

"What if this all goes down the trash? All this work, all these years of work. What will we do then?" I ask him

"Then we would start again from square one." True replies confidently. Then while smirking he adds, "Maybe if I'm gone in the process, another mysterious person will find you, who Rosalie had sent." I don't want to imagine True being gone. I couldn't handle another person I really cared about, vanishing.

"That won't happen," I say, more to myself than him. I couldn't lose him. "Promise me, promise me you won't sacrifice yourself for me."

He smiles grimly, forcing the smile. "I can't promise that." No, NO. I would never forgive myself if he does that.

He changes the topic before I can object.

"Do you want to start looking for that other book?" He asks me

I sigh. "Fine."

We set off looking at my huge library for the book.

I search through every single book, for any sign that it could be the book we are looking for.

Nothing. Not a single clue.

Then I find a book fallen behind the shelf.

This could be the book.

I bring that book to a table. I shove the books already towering the table away.

I flip open the book, eager to find just any clue or code to figure this mess out.

I flip through the pages.

I see if pages are stuck together or hidden.

I see if there is another cover hidden under.

Nothing. Just utter darkness.

I go to put the books back on the shelf. There was no hope.

I slide my fingers over the shelf while putting the books away.

Something cuts my finger.

At first, I think it is just a piece of wood that came out from the shelf. But it isn't.

It was a small knife wedged into the shelf.

I carefully put it out.

There was something behind it.

It looked like a tiny microphone.

It was a sound bug.

Someone was hearing us.

I take out the bug.

There was something behind it.

A piece of paper. A note.