Lily stood on the ladder, arranging the fiction section. The library had gone deserted, as it was past school hours, only a couple of students stayed back; students collecting information for upcoming tests; students finding books they couldn't buy or lost; readers finding nonfiction for research; other readers finding romance books to read the cold weather.
Lily's gaze was captivated on the glass window.
Tiny droplets fell and then slid down.
It was so soothing to look at them for hours, soon it would be dark and the moment will be gone.
She shook her head and smiled. Her eyes had captured that moment inside them. She liked to do that. Looking at these beautiful things, and remembering them at times when she was sad. Either this or those funny memes she would find online. Those would always crack her up.
Her fingers grazed the thick pad of the books, as she moved close and smelled it. The smell of the ink.
