Layla is on her way to the bookstore.
She loves to read.
To find truth in fiction.
Pretending she is something she isn't.
Experiencing new love with fictional characters.
She lifts a book off the shelf.
As soon as she openes it.
She sniffs.
It is a strange reader's habit.
Everyone stares.
She blushes.
She continues to smell it anyway.
It smells wonderful.
An indescribable fragrance.
Smells of something old.
Of something new.
Makes her think of life.
I think I'll read it, she thinks.
And for a moment.
Layla is happy.
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Unrequited
Short Story"If there was such a thing as love, he thought. She was love." __________ A short, fucked up, unrequited love story between Maxwell and Layla.
