Library

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Sitting on the couch, my fingers unconsciously fiddled with the pages of the book. It was my favorite book.

Our favorite book.

Every Sunday, we would both come here together and skip through some books to read in the silence.

You loved to read, so did I.

But we would always scroll through that one romantic book at some point and try those cliches all by ourselves. Even if we failed, we'd laughed it off. The librarian would also smile looking at us fooling around.

But now, that kind and the warm smile turned into a pity one as I now come here alone and scroll through the pages all by myself as I hide at the corner of the quiet library.

Letting the tears out silently.

ABANDONED LOVE / KNJWhere stories live. Discover now