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“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Rory said sincerely. Tom was more than just a fling to her; he had become a very close friend during their time together. It was perfectly understandable that while she was off building up her own alter identity, he was establishing an identity of his own. She also knew, from her own experiences, the terrible longing for physical companionship that comes with loss. Grief can hit you in ways you’d never expect.
"A room without books is like a body without a soul" - Marcus Tullius Cicero. I started reading at a very young age, with fond memories of a children's bible that I read tens of times between the ages of 4-6, Sherlock Holmes at 6, and since then, thousands of other books.
“You think too much” — I told myself. She was in front of me, waiting for an answer. The question was quite simple: Do you wanna have sex with me?
“Hi my name is Nick and I am not zero waste but I try my best to be an environmentalist.” Almost everyone: “Hi Nick! Thank you for doing your best for the environment and inspiring others to make eco-conscious steps of their own.”
The barn had been built back in the early forties when Josie's grandfather purchased twenty acres in Johnson County, Illinois, to farm. It was a grand barn for its day. Her grandpa painted it a bright, apple red with white trim. That barn was her grandfather's pride and joy.
Most cannot recall these tales anymore. They used to be passed down from generation to generation. However, as technological advances took hold, these stories are long forgotten. Deemed fantasy, tossed away as witchcraft and wizardry. Placed alongside stories created about schools for those gifted in such a craft, or chalked up as the active imagination of young children.
To escape the howlings of the night, she meandered her way across the grassy knolls to the barnyard, where she could find solace. She knew they wouldn't miss her much. She came here often. To her unfortunate surprise, when she met the entry the mouth of the barn she heard a familiar sound. Her fingers wound around the cold metal handle as she grunted to pull open the door. The night was frostbitten yet not snowed over. She slammed the door behind herself, warming her hands at the thought of setting a small bonfire on the second floor of the barn. Her nook.
The couple faced each other in the living room. He stood, eyes wet, watching her while tears fell freely from her face. Her green eyes were swollen from crying.