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“You are right… But, I’m not sure if you could find that information in the library. As you can see, I’m a historian myself and I’ve been going back and forth in that library but I didn’t still see any information or clues that could prove my theories.” Hans just smiled and didn’t answer… Soon later, they managed to arrive at the library. The building was a three-story building where it has an ancient yet modern exterior. It was nice and amazing to look at that. There are not many people inside, probably because it’s nearing evening. Fortunately, the library is open 24 hours so this trip wouldn’t be wasted and he didn’t have to wait till morning.

The thought of going back there made my stomach flip, and yet… If there was even a chance of finding information about the artifacts there… “I’ll go as soon as I can,” I said, standing. “What’s the harm, right?” Lilith didn’t answer that. Two days later, on my day off, I found myself standing at the entrance to the Stormhollow territorial library. The building was old and imposing, made of gray stone, with menacing-looking gargoyles perched on the roof that looked even more frightening in the bleak, stormy weather. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around myself and rushed inside to escape the wind and rain.

Zeke went to the library before sunrise the following day. Not that it mattered. He hadn’t slept for... Shit, he couldn’t even remember now. The librarian seemed surprised to see him, but she didn’t comment when he walked over to a shelf to start browsing. The library was open twenty-four hours a day to allow students to keep up with their studies on top of their training schedules. It was the biggest structure on campus, with a vast atrium structure and several floors around it. It was usually full of students after training, but at this time, he had known it would be empty. Most people were still asleep or resting before the start of another gruelling schedule. Lucky bastards.

“Thanks. Just write down three extra hours on your card and leave the books on the restock shelf I’ll take care of them tomorrow. You’ve got your keys, right?” “Yep.” Mark rushes off. I glance at the clock. “Almost ten. I’m gonna start picking up unshelved books and cleaning up.” Jalen stands. “I’ll help. No way I’m leaving you here alone.” I smirk. “Chivalry isn’t dead, huh?” 10:50 PM Last call, I announced over the speaker. The library is closing in ten minutes. Please make your way to the front desk if you need assistance. By 11, the building is empty except for us. I finish the walkthrough and check the cameras clear. Just me and Jalen.

The duo biked to the public library which was a twenty minute ride, from the house. The library was almost filled up, despite it just being eight in the morning on a weekend. It really seemed like there were others who were super excited to read as they were. They found a spot next to a large window and sat on opposite sides of each other as they brought out their textbooks and post it notes and began studying.

The rain was hitting the tall windows of the Cedarville Public Library like handfuls of gravel. Owen sat at the front desk, scrolling through the late return fees on his computer monitor, the blue light reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses. It was 8:47 PM on a Friday. The library stayed open until nine on Fridays, a policy Owen had never understood. Nobody came in on Friday nights. Nobody except the rain and the quiet.

Should I head home, or find somewhere else to hide away for a while? I decided to head to the library late to work on the corrections for my proposal. Lost in concentration, I didn’t realize how quickly time was passing until the librarian approached me gently. "Sweetheart, it's already 10. We're closing the library now," she said with a sympathetic smile. "If you plan to study all night, you'll have to come back on Friday. We're open 24/7 until exam season ends," she added kindly. "But tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

Colorado winter does that—steals the light early, leaving everything feeling lonelier. My shift ends soon and Khylon hasn’t visited the library today. He wasn’t here before my shift either. Yes, I checked the logs before 2 p.m. It’s actually part of my job. No casual visit. No slow scroll through the aisles. Nothing. Not that I was expecting anything. Maybe I was. Stupid. Leaning against the front desk, I pretend to reorganize the pens and say goodnight to Mrs. Miller when my phone buzzes.

"Another nice part about the library is that it is open till 11 in the night and opens for the day at 8am which means that I can go there once the boys leave for school and go there after tucking them in bed." "That's actually really cool," I remarked. "Well, this entire conversation is all by the way, the reason why I called is because I want to see your face," I told her. "Someone can't wait till night," she mocked me and I chuckled. "I'm not even going to deny that right now. I've been looking forward to the date all day and right now, I'm just tired of waiting. I was going to invite you to a restaurant for lunch but since you're heading home to eat with the children, I'm just going to co

Eight months. More than eight months of waking up every morning in a tiny apartment above a bakery and convincing myself that life hurt a little less than it did the day before. Most days, it actually did. Millhaven slowly became familiar to me in the quietest ways. The bakery downstairs opened before sunrise, filling the building with the warm scent of fresh bread every morning. The diner opened at six sharp. The library on Main Street locked its doors every evening at exactly five, and Mrs. Okafor, the librarian, always carried a sunflower bookmark inside whichever romance novel she was currently reading.