Amelia.
He left, again.
I slept without him at home. Then why did he come into the room if he would just turn and leave?
Everything felt too overwhelming for me.
At work the next day I supressed every memory and focused on attending to customers. I felt lighter, letting myself get lost in pages and quiet silence.
The doorbell chimed and a tall man walked in, looking too familiar but I could not place where or when I saw his face.
''Hello.'' I kept the book I was reading aside and walked up to him.
''How may I help you, Sir?''
He smiled, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. ''I need a book, a very interesting one.''
His smile looked....I couldn't place the word but there was just something odd about him.
''What genre do you read?'' I asked, trying to come up with a book for him.
