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He had memorized the story of their love life. He began to read, his voice a low rumble, a comforting presence in the quiet room. He read of their first meeting, a chance encounter at a bustling cafe, their initial awkwardness, their growing attraction. He read of the pain and the grief, of the challenges they had faced and overcome. He read of the birth of their sons, of their laughter and their tears, of the joys and sorrows that had shaped their lives. As he read carefully with empty pages of the book that he had been reading for her for years, Florence’s hand tightened around his, her breathing slowing, a peaceful expression settling on her face.

Maybe my abilities weren't as bad as I thought they were. “Tell me what is written.” Jada said in a voice full of curiosity. I scooped the book from the table into both hands. The light shimmered on my face as I smiled like a child who had found candy. I prepared to read the book aloud so that Jada could hear.

As my eyes scanned the handwritten words, I felt a connection to a narrative that had unfolded over time, leaving its mark on the pages. "If you're reading this book," I began reading aloud, my voice a steady cadence in the room, "then it's because Alpha Draxler betrayed or killed me. There aren't many contents in it; it's mostly about the incident that happened 12 years ago."

Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky. In my room, I opened it slowly. The pages smelled like dust and ink. I didn’t understand most of the first chapter. But I didn’t close it. Every night after work, I read one page. Then another. Then another. At the restaurant, Jenna started calling me “Book Mouse.” Leo noticed too. “You falling asleep on your feet,” he grunted one night. “What’re you reading?” “Math,” I said. He blinked. Then shook his head. “Nuts.”

The room felt warmer somehow, though neither of us had moved closer. I turned the page. “Fine. No nicknames. Yet.” His shoulders dropped a fraction. Relief. He didn’t want the kind that made him feel human. I lifted the book. “Are you sure you want me to read this? It’s kind of boring.” “I want to hear you.” Something hot coiled in the pit of my stomach. I cleared my throat and focused on the words. I read the first paragraph slowly, letting the cadence settle. My voice filled the room, soft and even, just above the quiet of the storm. Mikhail closed his eyes like he was letting the sound sink into him.

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He nodded his little head in response as he immediately did what I said. After making sure he won't be found, I went ahead to look around the shelves, picking up the books and glancing through the pages, the smell of books was just calming. I got teary all of a sudden, tears threatened to fall and I blinked rapidly, trying to push it back. I picked a book by Ben Okri, I wasn't sure I read it cause the title sounded strange. "The famished road," I read out loud A soft continuous knock on the door caught my attention, I raised my head up, looking away from the book to the door. I opened it to find my other two nephews.