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๐ŸŽถ Someday, someone will finally find the key. ๐ŸŽถ

Before the song I played on my phone ended, I finally arrived at the bookstore. It did not take that long.

In front of the store, I stopped for a few seconds and stared at it. Compared to most, the store is not that big but it is enough to contain most genres of books you are looking for. From fiction to romance, even educational books, and some stationery items, they all are neatly organized on each frame.

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I pushed to the door and went inside as the books welcomed me. I missed being here. I must have really lived a boring life where only libraries and bookstores make me excited and delightful.

I have been busy with my studies for a long time so I barely have the time to stop by. And even if I do have, I would just look around and won't dare buy anything so it won't disturb my concentration in school since once I start it, I won't let it sit until I finished the whole book.

I have this habit of pushing through to the end, I hate cliffhangers as it makes me anxious so I won't stop and would just sacrifice my sleep, I won't be able to sleep anyway thinking about what would happen next in the story.

I started browsing and the familiar scent of the books that are very addicting hits my nose in an instant. I can't explain why, but the smell hits differently compared to the modules I read for school even though they are both just made of paper and ink.

Maybe the scent itself comes from the words carefully written on each page which makes it magical. I think it is human nature to long for something impossible and I am not an exception to that. The more I exclude myself from reality, the more I get engulfed in illusions.

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I walked around to look for some stories that can pique my interest. I've been walking for quite a while yet I still can't find anything interesting. I rarely buy romantic books, the plot is not that interesting for me especially if the female character is a damsel in distress. Why would they let the villains step down on them? Seriously, they should learn how to fight back. It is not every time that a prince charming would appear to help them, they should help themselves and not depend on other people.

I mostly prefer books that would make me filled with excitement due to twists just like what usually happens in legal thriller books, I think alongside the main character in figuring out who the real culprit is, how did they execute their evil plan and what would they possibly do next. My adrenaline rises when reading and I feel like I am also inside the book, that I won't come out alive unless I figure out how to indict the criminal.

I also often buy fictional books out of other choices as it sometimes makes me wonder how nice it would be if we are living in a different world, or even have powers or anything that doesn't usually exist. It fascinates me how imaginative some people can be when writing such and I wonder if, in a parallel world, these supernatural stories actually exist, and if it does, I want to get dragged into that world somehow and live there.

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I moved to another shelf to look more and while browsing, instead of a book, a fancy note got my attention. In between the books, I didn't expect someone would dare put such. I think this is not allowed though, the cleaner would have a hard time if a lot of customers put some notes in between books.

I picked up the note to take a closer look. It's just a plain blue memo sticker, nothing striking about it but the neatly scribbled words somehow drew me into it.

 

๐ŸŽถCan I just skip all the pages and finally meet you? I'm in love with the idea of a stranger ๐ŸŽถ

 

I froze for a few seconds. It's a line from one of my favorite songs, "To my Someday" which I assume, only a small population has heard it. This is not even a song of an Australian singer so it might be hard to find someone here who knows the song.

 

After I snapped back to my consciousness, I smiled, then look for someone who might have written it, also I decided to buy the book where I found the note without even checking the cover, moreover the plot. I just suddenly got curious as to whom it might be as it's rare for someone to know this song, and there might be some clues in the book.

 

As the sky has already been swallowed by darkness, it is obvious that there are little to no customers other than me,

so I decided to continue the lyrics of the song instead and had a sudden urge to ask if he was a boy or a girl, then I left afterwards. Well, I don't really know why I asked his/her gender but at that moment, I just felt like I wanted to know. Maybe I was possessed by a ghost or anything, I'm not sure myself.

 

๐ŸŽถWaiting is all I've been doing, but you know I cannot wait forever.

Don't you think we're too old for hide-and-seek?

What chapter will you show yourself? Will you even be part of my story?๐ŸŽถ

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I found myself smiling on the way out of the store when a guy caught my attention and made me stop in my tracks.

With his long strides, he elegantly walks in between racks. With his gray hoodie on and casual jeans, he looks so mysterious and enticing so I subconsciously followed him with my gaze. He went to the spot where I found the note, I found myself excited,

but he just scanned the books and then proceeded to look on other shelves. I was quite disappointed 'cause I actually got my hopes up thinking he might be that person. Maybe I was just desperate to know its identity.

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When I'm home, I rushed to my room to lie down and stare at the book I bought. I just absentmindedly bought it without looking at what is it about. I didn't notice until now but it seems that it is a book I'm already familiar with. I got an eye on this book the last time I went to the store but I know I won't have time to read it anyway so I just left without buying it. Strangely enough, I met this book again by chance and even bought it without even knowing.

Good thing then that I liked the book I impulsively bought otherwise it would be a waste of money. I do not lack money but I do not like spending on useless things either. Maybe I was destined to buy this book anyway since I was already interested in it way before. I wonder how the story goes.....

What if...

'no it can't be, I'm just imagining things'

Why am I suddenly having these weird thoughts? This is very unlike me. I don't usually fantasize about something, moreover, about a person whom I don't even know.

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To get a grip on myself, I went to shower and wash away my thoughts and decided to sleep afterwards so I can stop thinking about it. Maybe I'm just tired, that's all there is to it. I turned on the shower and let the cold water drip on me, but it was not enough to numb my mind.

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I closed my eyes,

Rolled to the left,

and then rolled to the right.

I repeated such actions for a while.

I want to sleep, but my mind won't just let me.

Great, just great.

 

"Arrrgggggggh" I Shouted out of frustration and sat down, clutching hard at my blanket. Good thing I live alone so I won't disturb anyone. This is driving me crazy. I dragged myself into the kitchen to drink a glass of water and calm myself down. Is it not too late already for me to act like I'm going through the puberty stage? This event is totally foolish.

I angrily rushed back into my bedroom, I tried to cover the blanket over my head thinking it might cover my thoughts as well but I know I'm being ridiculous so I just tried to close my eyes again hoping my mind would shut down soon.

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It still took a few more hours before I finally went to slumber.

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