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skymuffins2012-05-20 03:08 pm
silentsorrow) wrote in skymuffins2012-05-20 03:08 pm
[Sept. 17] The Library, Morning
Saturday mornings were her favourite time to be in the library. Even the more studious of her classmates (but not hers, never hers) tended to have a bit of a lie-in on the first day of the weekend, after an evening spent hanging out and talking and unwinding from the week.
All of that was why she enjoyed the haunting quiet of the library when it was only her, the ghosts of students past, and Master Dominic, who was puttering about with paperwork and never gave her more than the barest of glances when she came in.
Here, there was silence, but it was a comfortable one instead of the achy, hurtful one she usually walked around in.
Even with a few ghosts lingering at other tables, though none were with her as she wandered the stacks of books, trailing her fingers down their spines, seemed more peaceful than they usually did. Sorrow knelt down in the romance section and tried to decide which ones she wanted to read next.
They were all bad, of course, but she liked that about them. They were fluffy.
Soft.
Not much in her life was.
All of that was why she enjoyed the haunting quiet of the library when it was only her, the ghosts of students past, and Master Dominic, who was puttering about with paperwork and never gave her more than the barest of glances when she came in.
Here, there was silence, but it was a comfortable one instead of the achy, hurtful one she usually walked around in.
Even with a few ghosts lingering at other tables, though none were with her as she wandered the stacks of books, trailing her fingers down their spines, seemed more peaceful than they usually did. Sorrow knelt down in the romance section and tried to decide which ones she wanted to read next.
They were all bad, of course, but she liked that about them. They were fluffy.
Soft.
Not much in her life was.