I walk into the Moore’s Town library and look around. I scrunch my nose when the smell of old books assaults my most sensitive sense. I get a chill across my legs and try to pull them down a bit to cover more of me. I knew I should have worn pants instead of cargo shorts. My track jacket keeps my upper half warm as I search for the fiction section. I find the fiction aisle and walk over to it. The expansive library looms over my head into a domed ceiling. It’d be awe-inspiring if it weren’t derelict. I guess being abandoned for years takes its toll on even the grandest of structures. I run my gloved finger over the dusty books and find what I am looking for. I walk to an old table and sit down to read my latest interest into a world past it’s prime. With the library being deserted, I did not expect a light tap on the shoulder. Being as engrossed in my book as I was, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden contact. I recoiled away from my chair abruptly knocking it to the floor with a loud bang. Stumbling back I raise my head from my fallen perch and standing next to it is a girl.
My rational fear stemming from discovering someone here where there shan’t have been, was quickly overcome by her beauty. My brain goes blank blank and I can not look away.