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Arian's pov The atmosphere was bubbling with excitement as the reading festival began in the grand hall. Bright decorations adorned the walls and pillars, infusing the space with an air of excitement and creativity. Shelves behind the main hall overflowed with books of every genre: fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and more. The colors and titles of the novels seemed to dance on the shelves, inviting attendees to explore their stories. New generation authors and readers mingled, their faces lit up with enthusiasm as they discussed their favorite books and writers. I should have been floating with pride but my stomach was knotted, my palms damp with sweat.

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This place is only for bookworms or nerds. I ordered a hot chocolate and looked for a book to read. After choosing what to read, I went to the far side and sat there. It's very quiet inside. Perfect place for bookworms like me. I don't really like reading books very much. I just really need to do something to pass time. Insomnia is catching up with me again. I also don't want to take sleeping pills because that's bad for me. I started reading the content of the book I took.

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Other than my bestie, April of course. I can see the woodland straight in front of me and a lake, it’s serene and tranquil. Perfect for sitting on the deck and reading a book. I’m a huge book nerd and at the moment I’m in my classical era and currently reading Anna Karenina. One of my all-time favorites but it is an epic.

So I only nodded. “Thank you.” She bowed her head slightly. “It has been waiting a long time.” That sent another small ache through me. I held the book closer and turned toward one of the quieter sitting areas near the side windows. There were two armchairs there and a low table between them, half tucked away by taller shelves so the space felt a little hidden without being fully closed off. It was the kind of place someone might go to read things they did not want discussed aloud. Perfect. Or it would have been.

I hope that she knows I genuinely liked the coffee from yesterday, my awkwardness sometimes hides how much I appreciate things. Before I knew where I was going, I was looking up at a sign that read "Used Books". I'd seen it on my way to the clothing store yesterday, it was right down the street from Ann's. As I was walking in I heard another obnoxious bell. Why does everyone have these bells on their business doors?! The whole space was floor to ceiling bookshelves. I took a big breath in through my nose, the smell of old books filled the air. This was heaven. Reading was my only escape from pack life. Pack life was for the most part, easy, predictable. But the human world had so much to off

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!