My BOOKS TO YOU

My BOOKS TO YOU

CHAPTER 1

 

Silence. Dim lights. Flipping of pages. Smell of wood.

It is my everyday routine to go to the library and sit there reading a fantasy book. It is fascinating, isn't it, how people fall in love with the right guy. I have read a lot of romance and fantasy novels. They fall in love like it is breathing. All easy.

And that fills me with a thought.

Can I ever have a happily ever after?

Even after twenty-four years of my life, I am still single, reading books.

It is really fun to read books because I get to assume that I am the FMC getting the most poetic guy in the world.

But in this world of cheating and no understanding between couples, I feel like love is dead. It's rotting.

In my words, love is an understanding through eyes and not words, it is the bond between two people that cannot be broken, and finally, it is the endless care and respect they show towards you.

That is love.

Experiencing that type of love is hard, and if it ever comes to me, I will treasure it, and if I have to ever hunt for it, I would become a pirate. I will be determined.

Alas, no guy has ever shown interest in me.

And that brought me to one conclusion.

Either I might be too energetic, cringe and crazy. Or I am too introverted. That gives me a sad emoji.

To me, girls are the most gorgeous people in the whole world. No wonder guys propose to girls.

Now in the Library, I am solving MATH. Right.... even after college and getting a job at Netflix. Yeah. I am still solving Math.

I have this bond with it that even if the police ever searched my belongings, they would definitely find a notepad and a question paper.

Before you jump to conclusions, saying I am a math geek. Hold up.

I also play basketball. Additionally, I record songs and play the keyboard.

So I am totally busy with all my hobbies, physical fitness and job. Maybe.... this is also a reason that I don't have a boyfriend. Lost in thought about how to solve this math question. Somebody calls me from behind. It was definitely not a girl. It had a tone. Deep but also soothing, the kind of voice radio players have. I think it's a guy's voice.

I turn back.

My hands and legs froze, and I felt like I was taken out of a cooler. Standing there is a tall guy about 5'10 feet.

His beautiful black eyes were on my notebooks, unfazed that I turned to look at him.

Then he cleared his voice and explained the question again.

Then simply left, leaving me with a ton of questions like an insurance policy.

I think I have to take heart insurance because it's beating faster than a woodpecker. He filled me with a lot of questions.

Who are you? Do you come to this Library often?

Will I ever get to see you again? I don't have answers.

Time will tell if I will ever get those answers.