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Heading to the library alone, I feel sadder the more I am getting nearer to my destination. “I don’t like this.” I mumble while pouting my lips. Airo isn’t here today so I took the book he always reads. It’s my time to fill my head with some useful information about this so-called parallel universe. I spend the rest of my time reading it even though most of it seems impossible to understand. I could get a nosebleed with this out of the world’s words. Closing the book, I just notice a man in all poker glaring at me.

I just have to give him a piece of knowledge in exchange for reading his collection. “What could I possibly give him?” I muttered to myself. I suddenly remembered that I am well-versed in modern medicine. I just have to write a book regarding everything I know about medicinal herbs and poisons. I could go back to the mountains to do a bit of research of the available herbs and I can even concoct a few modern medicines and write down their ingredients and procedure in making them. I ran down to where Mei was.

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Twice in a week I get to work and direct the miners on what to do, tomorrow is one of those days I get to do that, so enough rest is needed in order to be energized to do so. After having my bath and had dinner, I relaxed on my comfy couch in my living room with my iPad pro in hand. I search through my P*F files to pick one of the inspirational books I'd downloaded few days ago. Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right".

The memories made with Daffa are so beautiful, help Aiys forget the traces that were painted. "Aiys, help me," sister Amel's voice broke Aiys's reverie. Amel, the only sister Aiys has is currently studying in college. "Yes sis," said Aiys. "Why long answer? Move it these books into the cupboard!" Aiys saw a pile of books that rippled the river, starting from Bobo magazines, magazines down and down from little Amel. "Everything is neatly arranged, don't mess it up," said Amel with a tucked hips.

He was writing himself directly into my life. End of Chapter 9

Boring, predictable, exactly what I'd expect from a man who treated feelings like a liability. A leather-bound book sat tucked behind a row of finance texts on the lowest shelf. I pulled it out without thinking much about it. The cover had no title. Just worn leather, soft from years of handling, a small dent across the spine like it had been dropped a hundred times and picked back up just as many. I opened it. My own face stared back at me. Page after page. My jaw, my hands, the curve of my neck, details I didn't even know anyone had noticed about me, let alone bothered to capture in pencil with this much care.

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My escape ! A sneer smile spread on my face . I walked slowly inside the room . My head rotate a little to intake the view . It was huge . My eyes sparkled with determination . There were thousand of books in several rows . I have never seen such magnificent library inside a house . This personal library fucking need a librarian to manage it . He surely held a treasure . I wonder did he read books . I managed to took out a book from history section . I love reading history . I don't know why people get bored reading it . I feel it extremely engrossing .

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and