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And that’s when my phone buzzes. Alex. My heart stops for a beat. Alex: We need to talk. Just four words but they land in my chest like a weight and refuse to move. I stare at the screen, pulse fluttering. A dozen thoughts flood my mind at once. What does talk mean? Good? Bad? Over? More? I swallow, my fingers trembling slightly as I type back. Me: Okay. Another message appears almost immediately. Alex: Tonight. After Jack’s asleep. I sink slowly into the chair, my breath shaky and uneven, my mind spinning. Tonight. After Jack sleeps. Just the two of us. Talking about what we did. What we’re doing.

I slid the green button and loud speak the call to enable me to encode using both hands. "Horizon?" She uttered in a hushed tone of voice. "Jaim." I simply replied. "Where are you?" I asked her while chewing my gum. "We are stuck here at the library. There are lots of students here. How about you? Are you already got home?" Now I knew why she was talking in a low tone of voice. The last time I went to the library, I could say that the librarian was kind of strict compared to the librarian that was assigned the first time I went there.

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“You promise?” “I promise,” she said firmly. “I swear. That stays with me.” “Thank you,” I whispered, my chest loosening just a little. We sat there quietly for a moment after that, the weight of what I’d just said settling into the room. “I’m glad you told me,” she said eventually. “That must be really lonely to carry by yourself.” I swallowed hard. “It is.” She offered a small, shy smile. “If you ever need someone to talk to about books or babies or anything weird, you can text me.”

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The line went dead, and the room felt suddenly too small, too quiet. Maleek stared at me. “What did they say?” I lowered the phone slowly, hands shaking. “They just made it personal,” I said. * * * * * Hello lovelies, Thanks for reading and adding this book to your library. Don't forget to join my Faceb𝕠𝕠k group, Maramartha's Book Babes, to ask questions, interact with fellow readers, and chat with me, Adrian, Sophia, and other characters.

I want to read! I stood up the sofa and half run to the books. Damn all my fav’s are here! This is heaven! I got a book entitled ‘The stars of us’. Just as I was about to read the first page of the book, my phone vibrated from my pocket. Ohhh, it’s Elocin. I know what she wants, probably can wait to hear what I was gonna say so she would like to talk about it on the phone. Gosh! “Hello” I answered.

Now your turn”. “I do not know how to call, or the names of the books I want to read”, I heard my voice, barely a whisper. He chuckled again, whilst my cheeks burned red. “You do not need to know any such detail. Simply think of what you wish to learn and what you need – the books will present themselves to you” he instructed. “You speak of them with care. As if they are .. alive????”, I looked at him puzzled. “They are. They magic within them maybe ancient, but it is alive” he said looking at the book, caressing its covers gently as if it was a child.

The anchor added. Anna smiled again. "Thanks, a lot!" She exclaimed. "But for readers who haven't read your book yet, do you have any pre-talk for them, anything like a small gist, you wanna give them?" "Umm..." Anna thought for a second. "My novel, The story of me is...a journey of a simple girl who overcomes her fears with the help of her surroundings, the story is quite simple when I wrote it and thought about it. I had never thought that it would grab so much attention." She scoffed slightly.

“You’re getting there.” I run my thumb along the edge of a book. “Maybe.” “No,” he says gently. “Definitely.” I meet his eyes, and the softness in them makes me look away again. “Let’s sit,” he says. We move to a quiet corner. Two chairs, a small lamp, shelves on both sides. He sits across from me, knees slightly leaning forward. “So…” he starts, “tell me something.” “What?” “Anything. Something honest.” I blink at him. “You really want to have a quiet talk in a bookstore?”