-- 50 years later --
Sniffs, I wipe my tears when I finished re-read the books for a hundred times.
Sighed, I lean on the library chair thinking about love like that.
It was good but sad in the end.
Why they can't be end together?
My name is Luna and I am 18 years old, this is my last years in high school and Library is my only friend.
Ups.. Not the only one.
"Luna!" My other best friend called and I quickly collect my stuff before I get up from the chair.
I smile before greet her "Hi, Zafi"
"You read that story again?" She asked and shook her head in disbelief.
"You're the one who wrote that and I can't stop read it" I scowl her who rolled her eyes playfully "Beside, she has the same name like me, thanks for using that name as the main character" I smile which she return kindly
