SELENE EIN 👁 🌙

ZOSIME

The clouds darkened, sky grumbled vigorously like a fierce lion, pouring down all its sorrows, each droplet hitting the person with the intention to hurt them as bad as possible.

Ein looked at the sky and glared at the clouds as if she had the power to stop the downpour. Standing under the shelter, with her damp hoodie, cold winds creeping through her leaving goosebumps through its course, making her shiver.

How is it practical to have such a huge rain in the middle of a sunny March, her luck indeed is really bad.hugging herself for the warmth she looked around, the roads were deserted. The rain had no intention to stop anytime soon. She started to run from the shelter with her destination in mind.

Amidst running something twinkling caught her eye, which made her abruptly stop and look at the source, relief flooded over her seeing that it was just a bell in front of a bookstore.
With all her recent experiences she has become more cautious over the years.

She started running again, but her feet had different ideas, they were not willing to move an inch from that point. Her mind started to run wild, am I becoming paralyzed in the middle of nowhere, or had the rain frozen my legs into an ice cube?

She started to try kung fu poses, yes her legs were absolutely fine, being conscious of herself doing dumb things in the middle of a main-road she tried to walk normally as if nothing unusual had happened.

Yes, her legs were normal now, but they were walking in the opposite direction in which she wanted to go. so now am I being possessed by my own legs? or am I hallucinating?
Soon the intention of her legs was clear, they were taking her to the bookshop with the twinkling bell.

Oh god was I making up fake scenarios in my head so that I can visit the bookshop?
Whatever it was she finally gave in to her subconscious mind and entered the bookshop.

The bookstore had a magical charm to itself. entirely different from any of the bookshops she has ever been to. 'Extraordinary' would be the precise term to illustrate it, walking through the aisles, her fingers stroking the hard spines, eyes wandering over their titles, inhaling the mesmerizing smell of books, she dived into her own world of book love.

Suddenly she saw a flicker in the corners of her eye. Someone is definitely standing there, she whirled her head slowly in that direction.
It was a petite girl with beautiful wide blue eyes, bold, water dripping from her sweater, and hair tied in a high-up bun which was dripping with water whole together looking like a wet cat.

Who is she?

It is a mirror u fool, my mind chastised me.
Laughing at how funny I was, I made myself more presentable, tied my hair, rubbed my hoodie as if my fingers could elicit hot air, and dry them. How I wish I was a character in Harry Potter, blessing my hard life with some magic.

Blow, there comes the bookstore owner, how should I explain about the mess on the floor.
Unable to bear the reprimands of the old man she looked down.

"Ein Sara middlemist"

The voice was so mystical, soothing, and melodious. Ein snapped her head so fast, making her neck protest.

The book house owner was not a old grumpy grandpa, far from that he was so handsome, that made her mouth agape in awe. His
eyes were as if naturally lined with kohl, blue piercing eyes, somewhat similar to hers. hair trimmed till his shoulder, and lips which had a playful smile.Pulling herself together, with stutters in her voice Ein enquired