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She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up. The room she was in was a massive building with high ceilings. Thousands of 6 feel tall wooded shelves were standing upright and in rows and columns like a well-trained army. Each shelf held one giant ancient-looking book that was over 6ft tall. In front of each shelf was a small table that ran 6ft long and held 4 tables. Each table had a mechanism that could turn the pages of the book remotely from their seat, mages no longer had to get up from their seat or hire someone to turn pages for them.

For a book hoarder, my store could be seen as a mine filled with undiscovered wealth and mysteries. The furniture, adorned with intricate carvings, was handcrafted with empathy, for the eyes of those who loved the authenticity of vintage articles. The grand bookshelves were gems of natural wood, each curve and corner reflecting a rich and storied past. The bookcases were arranged in a way that allowed the perfect lighting— where light dispersed and touched every side of the books, making them appear almost radiant. What a sight! I knew that I stayed here every day, but trust me, it never gets old.

They had always been able to maintain the innocence of their bond, but it was couples like Asha and Young that added a little kindling and a lot of reminders as to why those moments were so important. As Young stacked the mountain of books on the counter, the older woman rang them up while the man gently bagged them in their custom tote bags. Young was surprised to find that the actual name of the shop was ‘Book Haven.’ It came extremely close to Asha’s description of ‘book nook.’ “Find everything alright?” she asked. Young paused his unloading to watch Asha’s face light up like the sky on 4th of July. “Yes! It was so hard for me to pick just a few,” she excitedly relayed.

Those were good times. Pushing open the library door, I was enveloped by the familiar scents of paper and ink. The sleek, modern shelves, packed with books of every genre, rose majestically to the ceiling, creating a sea of literary treasures. Every book had been handpicked by me, each one a reflection of my eclectic tastes. I navigated the narrow aisles, my fingers trailing over the spines of the books until they paused in front of a shelf filled with classic novels. With a practiced motion, I pulled a row of books off a shelf, revealing a small, discreet panel. I pressed my thumb against the cool surface, and the panel slid open with a soft click releasing a whisper of secrets.

I ran my hand along the woodwork beautifully crafted to match the rest of the apartment. "How?" The shelves were partially filled with the books that arrived from Palo Alto, as well as all the ones I'd already picked up from Columbia, with plenty of room for more. In the corner was a beautiful plush chaise lounge. The large modern light hanging above made it the perfect spot for reading. "I-I don't know what to say." Nox wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Say you won't leave your school shit on the dining room table."

"You don't even like reading old books. Why are you buying all of these?" "Because I'm buying you out of this job for tonight." He walked back to the shelves once more, grabbed five thick history books, and stacked them on top until a small tower stood between them. "How about now?" Tobias arched an eyebrow as he pulled a sleek black credit card from his wallet. "Or do I need to buy that entire bookshelf over there before you'll leave that register and come with me?" Belle stared at the mountain of books worth nearly an entire month's salary.

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

They built the shelving together, Kael drilling and Lucian holding the level with the focused attention of someone for whom slightly off was not acceptable, and by the time the afternoon had gone the wall had three rows of shelves that were, objectively, perfect. The seven books went on the middle shelf. Still in order. Still by year. Kael looked at them there, in the new room, in the light that came in from the adjacent windows, and thought about what it meant that they'd moved from the hotel shelf to here, and didn't say anything about it. He didn't need to. ---