The Isles Of Airboń

For the Watkins and Knopp family line. And all of the memories made throughout the decades. I walked down the side walk, Holding my umbrella close. The rain was pretty bad from what I have noticed; seemed to be always at a constant state of rain, in my personal opinion rain is gross. But the aftermath of it is always pretty. Especially as of right now. Soon enough the flowers will bloom with all of their glory, and they will glisten with the morning due upon their petals.. gods spring makes me poetic. I kept walking and came across a lovely little bookstore. It was small but lovely nonetheless. I walked in, wanting to know more of its contents; as I approached the front desk I was greeted by a very friendly old man, he looked to be in his late 80s or early 90s. He seemed to be very happy but definitely suffering from some form of arthritis in his hands, maybe some minor carpal tunnel. The man looked at me and smiled “hello! Welcome to Franks Books. I’m the owner.. Frank” he chuckled then continued “what can I help you with today? young man?” I paused for a moment having to think about what I could possibly need. Then finally after a minute I thought of something. “Hello sir. I’m Eros, and I think I will just be looking around for now. But I’ll let you know if i need anything sir.” The old man started Laughing again. He had a rather wholesome laugh. “Oh there’s no need to be so formal Eros. Call me Frank!” I have never been so confused in all my life.. what was wrong with my formality? Then again I’m not in Airboń anymore so I guess things must be different. “Alright then Frank. I shall keep that in mind. I’ll let you know if I need anything at all.” I smiled and waved then walked into the many shelf’s full of books. I began to look around and explore, I think I’m alone but I’m not sure, I haven’t seen anyone at all but that doesn’t mean I’m alone.. or does it? After a while I got to a rather large fantasy section but right as I was about to head into it, I was knocked over by a girl. We both ended up on the floor. After a minute of being in shock I stood up, looking at the girl.. she was beautiful. I helped her up and in the process of doing that, I got a better look at her. She had a soft curved body, with with beautiful short fire red hair. Her eyes were of a dark emerald green color, her face was dotted with a few freckles here and there on her cheeks and forehead, along with a few small acne spots. She wore a dark forest green raincoat, with a couple of pins pinned into it. Underneath that she wore and white turtleneck shirt and a cute black skirt that went down to her knees. To top it all off she wore a black pare of converse sneakers. If you put the two of us together you can see our differences, me being 5ft 11 and her being 5ft 3, or hair.. she has short red hair while I have black long loc’s. She has beautiful ivory pasty white skin while mine is a beautiful dark ebony color.. tho I believe all skin in every color is beautiful.. no matter how scared or blemished.. all of it is beautiful.. but our differences didn’t matter. I looked into her eyes.. they were hypnotic.. maybe something about the color? Or just her.. surprisingly she stared right back into my hazel eyes, it was strange. For the first time in my life.. I wanted someone, more than anything. I wanted to see where she began.. where she ended.. but also where she would turn into me. I wanted everything she would give me, but also give her all of me in return.. after a second we both emerged from our minds and returned to reality. I started to pick up her books that she had dropped and she began to help. “I’m so sorry!” The girl blurted out. “I didn’t mean to run into you I j-just wasn’t watching were I was going I’m so sorry-!” I cut her off right there. Rude of me but I couldn’t just let her keep apologizing. “It’s ok ms.. your just fine. Are you ok?” She went blank, then her cheeks got all rosy. “I’m o-ok.. what about you?” I smiled at her now rosy cheeks. “Just fine, no harm done.” I stood back up and handed her, her books. “Anyway.. I’m Eros Castor. What’s your name dear?” She blushed more when I called her dear. “.. I-I’m Florence Viola Green.. pleasure to meet you Eros” I smiled. “Pleasure is all mine.” Me and Florence continued to talk. She was really nice person to talk to. I ended up walking with her to her car.. and that’s when I asked. “Florence..?” She looked back at me as she put her books into her back seat. “Yes Eros?” I had to work up the courage to ask “may I have your number?” She gave me this very happy smile “of Course!” She pulled out her phone and I pulled out mine. After we exchanged numbers we then made plans to have breakfast tomorrow. I have never been this excited to see someone; it was if tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough..