•Elia
We're both standing in front of the entrance to the library. I always paid attention to where my dad keeps the key, so getting in wasn't an issue. Maybe cause deep down I always wondered what was in this room. And now , as I stand directly in front of it, I feel some kind of magnetic pull towards it. I've never gotten so close to it.
"Having second thoughts?" Lita asks
"It's too late for that now" I'm getting drawn to this place for some reason and I wanna know why. Without wasting any more time, I unlock the doors and we walk inside.
We both gasp as we take in our surroundings.
It looks like something from a fantasy novel. This place is huge, really huge. There's about 3 floors with unique bookshelves everywhere, some shelves being shaped like trees, spiral staircases leading up or down each floor, the ceilings adorned by beautiful chandeliers, and each floor having a few fancy wooden tables with a few books stacked on them. But what catches my attention are the paintings hanging on the wall. As I walk closer to the paintings, I noticed something at the edge of each painting. A name: 'Ella Kiyoni'. I recognise that name, it's my mom's maiden name. Her name before she got married and became 'Ella Richwood'. When I realized that all these were my mom's works, I rush over to one of the tables and my suspicion is confirmed when I pick up the first book and see the Author's name. A lot of these books were written by my mom, but not all of them. This isn't my dad's library, it's my mom's. Why would he keep such a huge piece of her away from me, this is like looking into my mom's world, I could learn so much about her, anything about her. And yet, he kept it from me. I couldn't stop this foreign feeling from welling up in my heart. It was the feeling of hurt, the feeling of having an important aspect of my life being kept a secret from me.
"Are you okay? You look a bit shaken up. We can leave if you don't feel comfortable here" Lita walks up to me from where she was earlier inspecting some romance novels she had found.
"No, I'm just.. it's just… theses are all memories of my mom" I swallow the lump in my throat
"Your mom?" Lita's face changes into a shocked expression mixed with concern. "And it was kept from you" she says in a low tone
"Yes, it was. And-" I pause when a book on another wooden table catches my eyes. There were stacks of books beside it but this book was separated from the others and I glance something sticking out of it that could be a bookmark.
Lita follows my line of sight and sees the book as well. She might have come to the same assumption that I have, and that was that this book might be the current book my dad was reading, if what he was doing here was trying to read all mom's books.
We both glance at each other before walking towards the table. When I pick up the book and open it to see it's contents, my eyes widen in shock. No…way!