4 Library
Her eyes move around, generously looking at the houses in her now neighborhood, the mood, the landscape.
She has to admit, the people here seem to love decorating their front house with neatly cut bushes and colorful plants. Almost every house has them.
As she observes from one house to another, the pedestrian walk finally meets the road. Emily turns to her left, continues to walk along the path that is made from red-to-chocolate brick that is flawlessly paved.
After some minutes of walking, she arrives at a pedestrian crossing. There are a few cars passing by time by time, but most of the time, the road remains bare.
Not complaining though. This is good. The type of place that she likes.
She pushes the push-to-walk button and waits for a few seconds until the signal to walk turns green.
She walks on the white zebra stripes painted road, her hands are in the pocket of her jacket, resting warm.
As she reaches the other side of the road, she takes another turn to her right, walking her way to get out of her moderate-sized neighborhood.
Thank god that her house is not too far from where the economic activity is happening.
It's a town after all.
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Emily's P.O.V
I open the big wooden door, stepping on the floor that is covered with red carpet. As I walk, I take a look around from where I am standing.
This place is not bad.
The bookshelves are classic, looks like they are made from real wood. The books here look pretty old, most of them are hard-covered.
I start to walk as I pass by the main counter where people borrow and return books. I wander around this unfamiliar place, exploring every corner of the room. I turn to the left, walking between shelves, and reach the end of the library.
I turn to my right, walking along the big shelf that is covering the wall. I avoid the ladder that is in my path and continue my walk until I am met with wooden railings that are inclined to the left.
I walk to the start of the stairs that are also covered with red carpet, step by step reaching the end of the stairs.
"Woah."
The upstairs is completely different from the first floor.
It is definitely modern. The floor is covered with tiles, the tables are not fully made with woods but also metals and iron, the same goes for the chair.
I walk on the tiles, looking around the totally different side of the library.
The shelves are modernly designed. There is also a corner where bean bags are placed around a round table. The color of the walls is also comforting and inviting.
Whoever designed this place, they definitely did a good job.
I was about to turn to my left, to walk between the shelves to check out the books until suddenly I bump into someone, making my bottom landed on the floor, again.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry."
"Are you okay?" The voice said again and a face came into my sight, startling me. "Yeah, I'm okay," I answer softly, avoiding the eye contact that is given by the unknown bumper.
"Here, I will help you," he says, bending his figure and letting out a hand for me to reach.
Huh, seems like a familiar scenario.
I take the help offered, then being pulled, letting my legs support my body weight. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the guy said as I turned my attention to him.
His black hair falls onto his forehead, covering the full view. His glasses rest on his nose, gently booping it.
He looks smart.
Suddenly, the guy in front of me gives me a smile, lending his hand to mine.
"My name is Ethan."
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(Time Skip)
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I open the transparent glass door, stepping inside the cafe. My nose immediately sensed the fellow aroma of coffee.
I forgot how much I love this scent.
I look at the counter seeing a few workers here that are busy doing their work. The cafe is nice, not too big, and not too small. The transparent glasses that show the outside view is a good step, this town has a beautiful landscape that gives off a vintage and calm vibe, not really much different from the one you had. Except for the fact that your old house was right beside the woods. With no neighbors. Isolated, but you love it.
There are a few people in the cafe, sitting on the chair while enjoying a nice cup of coffee. Some are on their phone, some are studying, and some just come to chill.
I walk to a table for two that is placed beside the transparent glass and look at the guy that was facing my back.
"You want to sit here?" He asks as he walks to me.
I just nodded and sat on the chair after pulling it back as he is now standing in front of me.
"Okay then, I will go and get the coffee. What do you want?" He questions as he put down the book that he borrowed from the library.
"Mocha will do," I said as he smiles at my answer.
"Sure thing," he said before walking to the counter to order our coffee.
I look out of the window before the book that is placed in front of me catches my attention.
The black paperback cover has an illustration of a broken clock that is scattered on the floor and the big words that can easily be read at the top of the book indicating that it is the title of the book.
"The Day After Tomorrow"
Humph.. I wonder what that book would be about.
I look out at the view outside, changing the topic that I had in my head seconds ago.
The building beside the road can clearly be seen from here. There is a book store, a clothing store, and probably an accessories shop that reaches my eyes. The old fashioned lamp street elegantly completes the look of this view as well as the small black tarred road compliment it.
I never thought I would be seeing something like this in my country, and the fact that I actually now live in a town like this. Perhaps, I underestimated this place.
"I'm back," the familiar voice says. I turn my head to the figure on my left to see that his attention is on a black tray that he is putting on the table, forcing me to do the same.
He sits in front of me, giving me a smile while I take a glance at the coffee that he got. There is not just coffee.
"Well, I ordered some bread too since it might be boring to only drink coffee," he explains, making me look at him.
I just nodded, accepting his clarification. How can I complain? He treats me and plus, bread is my favorite.
He lends out his hand, taking his untouched iced caramel macchiato. I follow his action, taking my iced mocha and sticking my straw into the lid, stirring it well before taking a sip. As the mocha is in contact with my tongue, the smooth bittersweet taste takes over my mouth and the coolness of the drink can be felt as it goes down into my throat.
It tastes good.
I put my drink down on the table and stare at the wood grain surface of the table. Not thinking about anything, just soullessly stare on the table.
"So, you go to Masopine High?" He suddenly asks, in an attempt to eliminate the silence.
"Yeah," I simply answer while looking at his smart-looking face, "How did you know?
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"Well, there are only two high schools in this town, and I have never seen you in mine so you must be in the other one," he replies while looking straight at my face. I simply nod at his answer.
"Are you perhaps new here?" He questions again.
I nodded my head, "Yeah, I just moved into this town a week ago," I said shutting his suspicion of never seeing me in this town before.
My gaze moves to the black book in front of me again, thinking about what the content of the book could be without realizing.
"Are you thinking about this book?" The person in front of me said, catching where my attention was.
"Yeah."
"Well, this book is about a girl, named Astrid. She has a normal life, not family, average class. One day, she had a terrible accident and since then her life has never been the same. One after one tragedy strikes her and her family, tearing them apart, one by one. Until one day, she woke up in a disturbingly familiar room that used to give her the home comfort. She is given a chance to change everything."
"What happens next?"
He looks at his coffee, mixing it with his straw before answering me.
"I don't know. I have to read the book first. I know things that I told you because I accidentally read a thread about suggested books to read."
I nodded to his sentence.
He looks at me again, both of his hands are resting on the table.
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"How about you? If there's a thing that you could change, what would it be?"
