Hi! So I have to write a letter for my school and having something fun to write helps stimulate my imagination and makes unrelated projects easier. This is a fantasy turned into an actual story and yes, this isn't a series this time. I also was having some relationship troubles at the time I started, so I hope there won't be any accidental sour notes. In other words, possible mess. It's also based somewhat on me and my actual partner.
Vote, comment etc and much thanks! I think I will try for the contest, but I doubt I'll be close.
Happy February,
Bea
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The college library was empty and even more beautiful than usual. Elisabeth toured the walls of books, returning each to their proper place and sweeping away the dust. The pinkish light made her think of Sylvia Plath's writing, the strange mystical poison of those moments in her work. Unlike the ill fated author, Elisabeth was a happy one and a student, and she was lucky enough to win the library as workstudy.
Hadn't she also written a journal entry about feeling 'without identity' in a library much like this? It slowly came back to her. "...centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow. Yet I know back at my house there is my room, full of my presence."
Poetic suffering was not hers. Feeling without identity in a library however was extremely relatable. Though in her case, it was a relief. She could lift out of herself awhile and come back with treasures from dusty ages of books and continue anew. Away from the burdens of family, depression, loneliness, poverty.
A thump startled her out of her reverie and she looked at her phone. 5:00 right now. He was supposedly picking her up from the library in an hour. He'd left a cryptic message:
Stay. I will find you.
He was her long distance boyfriend and dom, Hayden, and while they had met a couple times and had little romantic outings, this was the first time they were going to play. She trusted him, but a shiver still when down her spine. Why did he want to hunt her out?
She put books back throughout the stacks, gently running her hands over them. She grew more and more anxious. She had told him that she wanted to be surprised but was wondering if it was a terrible idea. She wasn't even terribly experienced.
Elisabeth started again and again as the minutes ticked by and doors opened and closed. She had to close up the place soon. She grabbed her phone to text him that there was a change of plans, only to feel a strong hand take hers.
"I found you sweet thing," Hayden whispered in her ear as he kissed her throat.
"How did you get in? I didn't even hear you!" Elisabeth exclaimed and pulled back a little. That was the dangerous thing about Hayden; like the books and the library itself, she'd get lost in him but unlike them he was a person she couldn't quite fathom. She didn't really understand why she wanted to let go in his arms.
Like right now. She smiled as she noticed the little bouquet of roses and a newly bought copy of Emily Dickinson's poems which she'd wanted. "Happy Valentines to you too, kitten," he purred.
How had she forgotten? Fuck! She was wearing her ugly jeans and tee shirt and smelled of book dust and the nacho fries from her favorite cafe. She hadn't even shaved.
"I'm not ready yet sir," she stammered shyly. "I'm not properly dressed, or..."
"Later. Turn around, now." She timidly obeyed looking into his chocolate eyes. His dark hand wrapped around her pale one as he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss, licking and biting at her lips. She was gasping when he pulled away. "You are beautiful as you are. Besides we have time before dinner. Do you understand, kitten?"
