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“Oh my God, stop reading that book.” He clutches it to his chest and gasps. “This is my new favorite book. It’s giving me lots of ideas.” Rhett bookmarks the page with an actual bookmark (I couldn’t be more proud) and smirks. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.” “Did you read the whole thing?”

At his large hands on the table and his eyes anywhere but my face. “Damien,” I said. “It’s just wood,” he said. It was not just wood. Tessa gave books. A carefully chosen stack, children’s stories with beautiful illustrations, the kind that were as much for the parents reading them as for the child hearing them. Tucked between two of them was a small card in her handwriting. For all the nights you read these until you have them memorized. I looked at her over the stack and she lifted her shoulders in that small honest way she had when she meant something more than she knew how to say out loud.

She's a book nerd, that wasn't surprising coming from her. After I got home, I immediately sorted the books on my big bookshelf. I couldn't get rid of the smile on my lips because for the first time, finally, my book shelf has actual books in it! And there were so much books left in the box since there were no more space inside the bookshelf.

This was the most content I've been in my entire life. "Twin gifts" I whispered to the books as I walked threw to the back and found more tables and behind them were more vertical rows of book cases under the balcony. After the first set of shelves it was pitch black and I wondered what how much further these shelves really went. I walked over to them and seen all the books were dark green and made out of a soft scale material I ran my fingers over them and felt each bump. Just as my curiosity was bout to walk me into the darkness a large red book came dancing into my vision startling me, I took a few steps back letting it pass me. I watched as it floated slowly slightly bouncing in the air.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

It was not long before she was at her favorite bookstore. Entering the quaint bookstore on the corner, Kayla breathed in the familiar scent of paper and ink. The shelves were lined with rows upon rows of books, their colorful spines beckoning to her like old friends. She meandered through the aisles, trailing her fingers along the bindings, searching for the perfect escape from reality.

But somehow, even the titles mocked me. “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.” “Call Me by Your Name.” “Normal People.” “Cruel,” I muttered at the shelf. “Talking to books now?” a voice said behind me. I spun around, heart skipping — not because it was Ethan (thank God), but because I was that on edge. It was just the cashier, a bored-looking guy with green hair and glasses. “Sorry,” I said. “Just… arguing with the universe.” He nodded like that made perfect sense. “Fair. It usually wins, though.”

"Then give me a tour of the place" I guided her to the living room with warm light, plush sofa, bookshelves lined with titles I knew she’d read. A coffee table where her favorite tea .."earl grey" steamed in a glass pot. I built a stage she’d feel comfortable on. Something she might have chosen, something that felt like hers. She sat lightly on the edge of the sofa, then stood up and walked towards the bookshelf, she touched it Her finger trailing the books lined neatly. “This is incredible,” she said, voice soft, almost breathless.

Instead I just watched him as he hammered another nail into the wood and splintered it. Unable to stay mute anymore, I blurted out. “What is this?” He finally stared at me. “A bookshelf.” His answer caught me off guard. A bookshelf? Why was he suddenly making a bookshelf in the library when there were countless people to do the work? “For who?” “For you of course, Allie. You love reading novels and for a start, I needed to set up a shelf for your books. They'll be here soon.” He said those words like they were the simplest words to say, but if I'm being honest, it wasn't.