"You know, that's all you are to him," she said, looking at me as though she could look right through me. I wouldn't be surprised at all if she actually could. I took in a breath and exhaled it. She looked rather annoyed, but she always looked annoyed. Maybe it was me she just didn't like. I would never know, because I never asked.
All I came here for was a few books to read on my spare time, and I seemed to have a lot of that. I never really came to the library for much else. Actually, I never came to the library for anything else. I never came to see Jason, and I never came to make conversation with this woman, because, honestly, the conversation wasn't really that pleasing. Celeste crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, placing the books down on the counter. I knew she wasn't going to do anything until I asked her that.
"You're his possession, nothing more," she stated, in a matter-of-factly kind of tone. "I've come into contact with men like him." She paused, looking fixedly out of the window. "You're his plaything. You essentially gain nothing from this relationship. He doesn't love you, he won't love you. Why do you bother?" I felt her eyes on me again, and weight of her gaze seemed unbearable.
I just stood there; I couldn't really put my thoughts into coherent sentences. I looked away from her for a moment while she rang up the books. I looked back at her, paying the amount needed before I gathered up my books. "I'd rather be someone's possession, than nothing at all." And with that, I left.