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A little sound of the door being shut lightly was made. Impressive, they got into it too. Without me hearing them. The book “The Little Life” was one of the best books I read when I got here but it was too sad to finish. I only read it when I want to cry but I never made it to the middle of the book. “I know you are here,” I said calmly. “Who are you?” Whoever was in the room with me chuckled. I picked a knife, turned, and hurled it straight for his throat.

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

Even so, I still grab that colorful one before reading the title on the cover. “Big Magic. Creative Living Beyond Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert.” I nod my head. “Is this even a good read?” I talked to myself once again and start walking back towards the chair for me to sit on. I skim through the pages and concluded that these are new since it smells like bookstore. A flash of memory then flash inside my mind and concluded right after. “Maybe this is one of the books he bought last Saturday?” That day when we saw each other inside that stall but he automatically look away and ignored my whole existence.

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She looked stunned when they brought her into the room, something we're all used to when someone outside the family sees Pop's largess for the first time up-close and personal. "Wow, what is this?" She gravitated to the books that lined one wall, all classics, most of which were collector's editions. "Is this an original Herodotus?" She pulled her hand back from the volume making the twins laugh, and me smile. She acts like Pop and Uncle Garrett with books. They swear the rest of us are heathens because we don't all genuflect before the greats like they do.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

On the high-speed train home, the scenery outside passed by in fragments, but I could not focus on any of it. Shanine slept soundly on my shoulder. She had drunk too much the night before and had been rushed onto the train early this morning, leaving her half-dazed. Her hair brushed my neck, carrying the familiar scent of her shampoo. Yet, my heart felt strangely quiet. Almost empty. That happiness had arrived too fiercely, and it had disappeared just as quickly. Phoebe sat across from us, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened.

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Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

The students, still recovering from the last war, were terrified. Because Lena Wolfe glowed like a star at midnight. And the system inside her was waking up. In a hidden corner of the academy, Ophelia found herself. Not metaphorically. Literally. Inside Lena’s mindscape — a vast empty library built from scattered neural data — Ophelia stood across from Lena. “I thought you were just… code,” Lena said. “I am. But I’m also me.” “And you’re breaking me apart.” “I don’t want to.” “Then why don’t you leave?”