This library is not beautiful because it has so many books but also the way it is built. There is a window and it is decorated with different flowers. There is a couch near the bookshelf.
I don't know if I'm allowed in here because Xavier's need to give me pain will not let me enjoy my safe haven. Not wanting to waste this moment I grabbed a book from the shelf and started reading it. The book was fictional and it was intriguing to say the least. Slowly reading it ,I was now in my own world. The world that the books took me to. It was a coping mechanism I found after my parents death. Living alone at that house that had all memories of my happiness was cruel. Cruel to me. Living in that room was like destroying oneself with all the memories that it held.
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