In the Library

A tale about to unravel between two lost soul destined to meet in the most unexpected moment, in an unexpected place.

Still and silent was the afternoon that day, as I lay sitting in the corner of our old library. Writing a story of a romantic fiction in my mind, that seemed to come out through my written accounts. The blazing heat of the sun seemed to bid me hello, as a ray of sunlight greeted my sight through an open window.

It was as if I was writing between two blank pages, not knowing when to start. Not knowing when to end. I didn't know what I was doing. I was lost and confused. I didn't have a fixed start. I didn't know what to do.

Not a single sound was heard inside the library. Not even a single gasp. It was quiet and lonely, oh how the library was so lonely. It was always mistaken to be a place of boredom and was a place quite misunderstood by the rest. Yet inside the library lies so many different stories, just waiting in silence and through time to be discovered,seen, and heard.

With the thousand of books that lie inside that old library. So were thousand of stories lie waiting to read. As pages seemed to unravel stories lost through time. As the voice of silent whisper to you ear, "be patient my child."

Quite, and still it was. Lonely was I, yet it was the thing that I wanted for the moment. My lonesome state seemed to be a warm company. I was already used to be alone. To be by myself. Not longing for any company. In that moment when I realized I was contented with my state. The moment that loneliness became  a my friend. But every thing seem to change  in a few moments. As the air  seemed to have a greater plan in stored. Being contented with my state would change after  all  for the moment of the start of my story has arrived. It was the moment when I met you.

A single bump on my shoulder was all that was needed for me to notice you. An accident it was. It was unexpected to meet you here in this place of silence and stories. In the most unexpected of days. A new chapter begins to unfold in the book of my life. Who would have known that I would find a treasure like you inside an old library.