Maddieluvsglitter
The Library Never Forgets
I didn't come to the Derry library for comfort.
I came to disappear.
Mike Hanlon is always there too-tucked between the shelves with a notebook full of dates and margins crowded with questions. He doesn't work there. He just stays, the same way I do, like the library is the only place in town that makes sense.
At first, we barely talk. Just lingering glances, shared tables, the quiet kind of closeness that grows when two people keep choosing the same place. Mike starts saving me a seat. I start waiting for him.
As the summer drags on, the silence turns heavy. Lights flicker. Pages turn on their own. Derry's history begins to bleed into the present, and the library stops feeling safe.
Mike says some places remember what you try to forget.
I think he's right-especially when his hand finds mine in the dark, steady and warm.
And the library never forgets