Quindecim

Books

Disclaimer: *The images used in this story incuding the cover do not belong to me, will change it as soon as I get my own story cover*

"Must have dozed off while I was reading. Oh yeah, it's time, she'll be here soon. I need to pick a book for her."

I go to the bookshelf to pick a book. "This will do for today." I thought to myself as I heard the doorbell ring.

"Hello there, Vitorique. Here's your book for today. Here. Take care now.

"Thank you." Said the little girl with the sweetest smile I had seen in a while and leaves the bar.

Its been two years since I came to this town and that child...well she died 2 years ago, she used to borrow books here in a daily routine and so she still keeps turning up here everyday. I don't know if its her ghost of my imagination but I'm so tired with my life that I do not even care anymore. But I don't feel lonely thanks to her. I can accept her abnormal existence.

Well now that she's gone, its just me and my empty bar... I look in the shelf to pick a book like I usually do. "Imagery Scenery" Says the title of the book. I've been reading this book lately. I closed my eyes so that I can truly gaze upon my heart, this book...it tells me to look at my heart as a withered tree...yes, almost like a dead tree. Actually, I'm not alone here I can see a few more withered trees here, maybe the smallest one belongs to the little girl?

But my "Tree Of Heart" is withered.

I haven't been outside lately...maybe I should go out and take a walk.

It's evening already, I can see Vitorique's dad by the stairs to the beach. I think I should talk to him...

"Oh it's you! My wife is at the hospital. She'll be giving birth very soon, I'm so excited." He's faking his smile, I know he still can't get over his dead daughter.

We talked for a while then I went to the beach. Oh a cat, she's so pretty.
I kept on walking to the other side of the beach, on the way I saw someone...I don't know, maybe I'm seeing things.

I'm the very corner of the beach, an old lady was collecting trash, "The more I clean, the more idiots throw away garbage. When I die, Will this beach become a dumping place?" She looked really angry so I didn't bother to talk to her, who wants to talk to an angry woman anyway?

And the cat, it belonged to the old lady.

There was nothing much so I went back to the bar, this is my shed, I keep the books that I don't read in here.

"Fast way to become a billionaire"
"A to Z for CEOs"
"How to win that girl"
"Connections that lead to success"

I didn't want those books anymore, 'cause I do not care about having those things anymore. To be honest, all the books here are trash. I used to believe in myself and chased down my deams just like those idiots. Those dreams just make you lose your true self. To lose myself, was the most painful experience.

    It was almost night, I saw the child's dad accompanied by her ghost. Only I could see her anyway.

"I better get on my way to the hospital. I won't be back for a while, so please call the police if someone breaks into my house. Haha!"

That child may not come tomorrow...

  I went to my bed to take some rest even though I knew I won't be able to sleep because of neurosis.

I woke up in the middle of the night, AGAIN. Smh, I'm taking a stroll.

So I went to the beach again, I don't know but taking a walk in the beach makes me a bit happy.

W-wait...is that a ghost? A blue haired young lady, I could partially see her tho...so maybe she is a ghost? She died here!? Maybe tomorrow a drowned body will turn up. Hopefully, if I can find it before the old lady does.

Should I talk to her? The fact that I can talk to ghosts, does not mean that I have to talk to them. But...I sighed.

"...you. why did you die? I mean I don't mean to intrude...people can choose to live or die, can't they? But please don't choose this beach to die. An old lady comes to collect trash every morning and if she finds your corpse she might have a heart attack. Did you not think of these sort of things?"

She disappears.

I knew I shouldn't have talked to her...