The now dull looking book lay on the floor, the pages now spilling out. It looked the same way as it did years ago. I reached out for it, piecing the spilled pages back together. I went back to my room and began to go through the old pages.
At the left right of the book's thick hardcover held his name,
Fëanor Pennikins
It dated back to when he finished in his Institution of Elvian Business and Affairs.
His cursive handwriting lined the pages almost bringing me to tears.