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Ember's cheeks were flushed with tears, and her fingers gripped the book tightly in her hand. She had read a hundred books before, but none had ever moved her to tears like the one she's currently reading. As she turned the pages, she felt as if the characters were close to her and that their struggles were her own. The author's words had a special way of reaching deep into her heart and stirring emotions she never knew existed. Using a tissue from her bedside table, she dried her damp cheeks.

She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, hoping she could offer him some comfort. "The shelves were once so full. Each and every book contained the magic my mother taught me and my siblings to cherish. She loved to read and would spend the nicer days out by the lake reading in the shade of an old tree. On days when it was cold or rainy, she would sit here by the fire, spellbound by each book that came into her hands. She taught me the power of words, how to transport oneself far away from one's troubles." Brock placed his hands over hers. "When my father turned cruel, these books helped me forget the bruises, the lingering pains." His misery was so acute it caused her throat to ache with g

"Don't be ashamed of the fact that you read. It is a wonderful past-time and one that can expand your mind and take you on great adventures." She gave a small smile and a nod. “If the book is making you feel so deeply that you’re crying, the author did their job. The whole point of a book is to tell a story, real or made up. And the job of the author is to make you live that story. So, tell me, are these happy tears or sad tears?” She gave a sad sniffle as he gently pried the book away from her. “Sad. They were just getting a good point in their marriage, their kids were moving out, they’re falling in love again… and she just died in a car crash.”

Did the holy books forget that we are people, made of emotions just as we are made of blood and flesh? When I opened my eyes, they were hazy with tears. A couple drops rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily, almost getting soap water into my eyes. “Stupid girl!” I scolded myself, sniffling. “Why are you crying? Crying means giving up, remember? And I’m not giving up! So what if I got send to the middle of nowhere? It’s only one year. It’ll pass by in no time at all.”

I shook my head, clutching the book to my chest as his fingers wrapped around it. I could practically hear the withered book groan, my heart along with it. Dean's sly smile was wider now, realizing he had just what he needed to get to me. I could feel the book slipping from my fingers, a strangled whimper leaving my lips. The book was torn from my hands, a quarter of the paper cover fluttering to the floor. "This book special or something?" Dean cackled, dangling it in front of me like bait. Tears stung my eyes, but they often did. Every emotion I had seemed to be wired to my tear ducts, making the waterworks form all too effortlessly.

I had another hour before my next class so I just decided to go to the library and wait there because staying in one place somehow eases the pain. I walked into the library with a cup of black coffee in my hand. I walked to a quiet and secluded place and sat on a chair. I took a deep breath as I drank from my coffee. I took out my favorite book, The Notebook, from my bag and placed it on the desk. I can't count the number of times I had read the book. It has so much behind it, love, pain, sorrow, loss and grief. I cried the first time I read the book. I also cried the first time I watched the movie.

I heard the door creaked and it was my Zach. "Babe, why are you crying?" Zach immediately entered my office and went straight beside me. "I'm okay, I just read one of the novels from the audition and it was heart breaking." He chuckled, "That good huh? What is it called?" I looked at the cover. "If love is true." Zach let out a hmm sound and then turned to flip the pages of the book. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my fingers, and then buried my head in my arms laid on the table. I closed my eyes.

Ground yourself, Lydia. There is this book Dr Sana gave me the last time I saw her. A self help book. It’s by a woman who was dealing with depression and she wrote about her therapy sessions and her thoughts. I Want to Die, But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. Every time I read it, something settles inside me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in the chaos of my own mind. So I picked it up from the counter where I had left it and started reading.

After all these years, had he really chosen me? A pang of longing twisted in my chest as I set the book down on the table and cradled my face in my hands. The bitter taste of tears burned my eyes, and they spilled over, leaving damp stains on the pages beneath me. “Oh no!” I cried out, throwing the book down in frustration. The spine cracked and the pages began to detach. It felt like everything was slipping away from me, and my credibility was being torn apart.

October 08, 2023 PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END. Lovelies, Another journey ends, and words will not be able to express my gratitude to everyone who stayed and finished this book with me. I appreciate your readership — the time, coins, gems, and thoughts you shared with me. The Beta and I is my most emotional book. I couldn't count the number of chapters we all cried together, and I think this book gave the longest hell week in all of my series—from the moment Catherine met Maddox to her time at the Dark Forest territory until the Claiming.