She had a library
she had a library, you see, with many different stories to loan. but the ones you couldn't borrow were those that were her own. they sat there on the bookshelf, abandoned, collecting dust, for those she used to show them to had all broken her trust. there were some chapters that to them looked out of place, and even some words that they had tried to erase. there were some empty shelves because of all the stories they took and other shelves full of tales that had never been given a look. one day a boy came in and began to fill his cart with all the books she'd written from her heart. at first, she was terrified but he promised to stay and read every single one without stopping halfway. he brushed off the dust from the stories that were forgotten and worked through the pile until he finally reached the bottom. then through the stac...