The Presence Of Symbolism

A beautiful sky to begin the day 2 young women went to a bookstore in search of something unusual or a book that would pique their interest. One young woman prefers a lighthearted read, while the other is more interested in books about adventure and different kinds of dreams.

"Elisha, I'll be on the opposite side of the aisle, so pick whatever you want, okay?" "Explained the bright young girl."

Elisha, the other female, responded, "Okay May, call me if you're going to check out."

Elisha, the young woman, wanders around the bookstore looking for something she wants, staring at and concentrating on every book she sees. One book in particular drew her attention: "Quixote Café." It may appear ordinary at first glance, but the preface to this book piqued her curiosity.

She brought that book with her, but as she moved down another aisle, she came across another title that piqued her interest: "A Dream Come True." It was one of the genres she desired, so she took it along as well. She was looking forward to reading both of the novels.

"Elisha! I've arrived at the cash register "Her pal called while carrying a large quantity of supplies.

"Coming," she said, pleased with the two volumes she possessed.

"May, why do you have so many supplies?" the girl inquired, puzzled, as she approached her companion.

"It's for some purpose, uhmm! Yes, there is some material "Her companion reacted with trepidation.

A young man enters the bookstore to look for something he wants while the others shop. Every book is scrutinized by the young youngster in search of something worthwhile.

He noticed the books he desired, "The Case Of The Fallen Light" and "The Deserving Reality," on the shelf. These two books were intriguing because the genres in which they were introduced were ones that he enjoys.

He went to the register to purchase those books, and he was standing beside the two young women. As that situation unfolded, a remembrance of the young man and the other young woman who held the two volumes flashed across my mind.

A unexpected rift caused them to stare at each other, with the other woman footing the bill. Both eyes appear to be familiar with each other, but they don't truly know each other.

"I've seen those eyes before, but when?" The young lady is enthralled.

When the young man looked down at the young woman's neck, he noticed something that he recognized, but it was just on the tip of his tongue.

"That necklace is amazing.

That's something I've seen before...wait. When did it happen?" The young man was deep in meditation.

When they realized they'd been staring at each other for so long, they both averted their gazes and went about their business.

After purchasing their items, the two young women left the bookstore, followed by the young man a few minutes later.

On the other hand, birds were chirping as a young woman relaxed in the park.

A young man sat down beside her, very near to her, which startled her.

"What the... sir, don't you know about distancing?! You could've asked before you just sat down!" While removing herself from the young man, the young woman shouted something surprising and pissed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, young miss," the young man apologised sarcastically.

"Hah, even your apologies aren't convincing, what the hell is your problem?" the young woman snarled.

"You don't recall Clara, do you? I'm Abraham the Great, whom you humiliated in high school "sarcastically stated the young man

This news caught the young woman off guard.It came back to the young woman in flashbacks.

"Abraham Collins?" exclaimed the young woman, surprised.

"I am the one and only," the young man said.

Both of them were apprehended together, despite the fact that they were not enemies. They had been each other's company for a long time. The funny thing is that they don't really know each other, but as they chat to each other, it becomes clear that they do.

They were perplexed. "I'm sure I've seen this face before, but where?"

Fate has unexpectedly bound them, but when will they be finished? The beats will undoubtedly become known when the birds' melodies evolve into a song. A never-ending cycle that no one knows about in order for no one to be gone.