Libraries were full of books. Books were full of words. And words were full of meaning. Meaning that a human being expressed simply because they wanted to. Of course, professional authors also needed money, but nobody could direct how they worded each sentence. And the best authors were always full of emotion, detail and feeling. And it was amazing.
Matthew remembered the reason why his mother chose that name. It was the name of a mysterious character in a book. The character in the book was brave, daring, interesting and everything that Matthew had always dreamed to be but never was. He could never be heroic or noticeable, but for some reason, he always had a copy of the book in his bag. Perhaps it was a reminder that if he tried, he could turn out to be as great as his fictional role model. And that was why he was reading said book now.
The Canadian sat in the library he worked at. Reading every page word for word, as if it was his first experience with the captivating tale. Despite not having the largest knowledge of books, he always claimed that this book was the greatest book in history. He wasn't bias or anything, but this story had it all. It had adventure, suspense, romance and the slightest bit of humour. It was a tale that was impossible yet the way the author had worded it made it all too real.
He was reaching his favourite part of the story when his phone rang.
"Hey Mattie! You need to come over now, I have the coolest thing to show you! Ever!" Matthew winced as his brother, Alfred, began to yell through the device.
"But I was getting to the good part. Do I have to?" Matthew replied, trying to not sound too whiney.
"Dude, are you seriously re-reading that old book again? That book is for the dinosaurs. Besides, what I have is way cooler!"
"Fine, I'll be there in a minute," the Canadian placed a bookmark on his page. Disappointed at how his engagement of the book was brutally murdered by his brother. He stood up and proceeded to walk through the empty hallways of the gigantic institute of technology.