An accident leads to something more. When Vincent leaves his book in the library accidentally, Kiera takes it upon her to leave a message inside it. We want to find freedom, we want to pursue passion, but we get lost. Our thoughts, pressures, and an...
I mean, I had to include Harry somewhere at one point or another so might as well be now.
The next chapter would be more interesting. I promise! Stay tuned!
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"Kierra? Sweetheart are you in here" a voice roared through the library, as the old man walked into the dusty old storage room to look for the girl.
"In here" she coughed slightly as she rose from the pile of books surrounding her and hiding her figure completely.
"Ah. You're in here darling. I've been looking for you everywhere" he said and she smiled in response.
"What did you need me for Sir?" she asked politely, as she got up from her previous spot and smoothed down the wrinkles in her skirt.
"A young man came in," he said and she knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "He said something about a missing book. I thought you might know" he said as a wave of realization took upon her face.
"Oh. Is that so?" she asked as she moved out of her cluster of piled up books and towards the door, with the man leaning against it. "Well then, I must go and help him right?" she asked with a tight smile and he nodded curtly moving out of the way for her to leave the room.
Standing in the middle of the library, she looked around to find anyone but she saw no one, except for a few children running around. The old man came up behind her and shrugged looking at her confused expression. With a frown face she went to her desk and sat down in her chair. She sighed and looked at the time, noticing that it was almost 1pm, meaning that it was time for her lunch hour.
She didn't want to go back home and eat alone like she usually did. She got a lot of invites, to eat lunch, but her excuse was that she wanted her peace and freedom. Although it was true, it was hard to admit that sometimes it got a bit lonely. Sometimes she wanted to be surrounded by laughing and cheery voices and not the silent humming from the breeze that blew from her windows. She smiled as she got an idea, and got up from her comfortable position to leave her home. But before, she went, she saw that the book still remained on the table and she grabbed it, hurrying out of the big complex. Making sure she locked the doors, she went down to the small garage she had and pulled out her rusty bike.
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She coughed as the dust blew on her face and scrunched up her face. She brought the sleeve of her dress to wipe the bicycle and seat, and she climbed on it. She took a deep breathe in and let her feet slowly move the pedal. The cold breeze was blowing through her hair, as she swiftly rode across the area. The soft humming of the birds, served as honey to her ears as she observed the beauty that nature has gifted upon us. The sun shined brightly, making her skin glow in the light and she wrinkled her eyes with laughter. She noticed the children running around happily, chasing each other and she smiled at them and waved. She started going faster, and laughed loudly and screamed as she rushed down a hill, her hair dancing to the music by the wind. She continued riding and came to a halt when she saw a flower field. She smiled to herself and parked her bicycle nearby and made her way towards the beautiful flowers. Her hands slightly brushed the petals of the Sunkissed yellow flowers, and she walked further taking in the beautiful view.
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She sat down in the middle, and laid down on the ground closing her eyes. The sun's shadow reflected on her, and she knew that she was going to get a bad auburn later. But that's not what mattered now to her. What did matter now, was her being happy. Her happiness was all that mattered, her happiness which came without any consequence. Something she knew she could relish without waking up the next morning in fear of what repercussions she had to make. She rolled onto her side, and took a sunflower into her hand. She smiled and placed on top of her, hiding her face from the sun. Taking out her book from her pocket, she noticed that there was a pen inserted into it. She frowned, sure that she did not leave anything in there. She flipped to the page that the pen was in and noticed a new note.
She shot up from her comfortable position on the grass and scrunched her face at the new note.
For someone who has never seen a sacrifice or favor returned, I find it unfathomable how it could be done with the same intense genuineness with which it was given. Despite however great the outcome of the sacrifice may be, it will never be the same as before. Instead, it will remain as a disturbed and changed version of it, the newer tree, that is, could never replace the old one.
She read it carefully, and was quite shocked at how blunt and open this person was. She knew that they had to have some reasoning behind it and she was very curious to know what it was. Similarly, she had a deep feeling of realization when she read that, the newer tree could never replace the old one. She scoffed at the line and she continued reading.
Do you think it is worthwhile to have something start, when it is not bound to end well, and have something or someone changed, when the one who brought that change does not remain?
She nodded slowly taking in their question and smiled. She took the pen again and began writing.
The one thing is life that we do not know is certainty. We are not certain about anything and we do not know if anything would happen for sure, but we take chances. And these chances could turn out to be good or bad. But at the end of the day, all that matters is that we are taking the chance and not letting it slip away. We are bringing in a change, and that action itself is a big step, whether it remains or not.
Kierra returned to the library, about an hour later and she realized that she didn't eat lunch. But, she didn't care about that. She didn't seem to mind the fact that she had bent her rules and routines for once, stepping out of her comfort zone to do something she liked. She took the book out of her pocket and placed it on the magazine table again hoping that the person would leave more messages. A bit silly, some would say but it wasn't silly to her. For the first time, she felt as if she could talk to someone without feeling the fear of being judged by them. For once she could say anything and she wouldn't know the ration on the person's face. She felt a sense of comfortableness over this new type of communication she had.
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