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Enraged, I stood to my full height and grabbed the lecherous man's hand and twisted, grinning at the sound of it snapping, indicating that I had broke his wrist. Serves him right to touch my little sister.

Blake let out a soft little giggle as she started the new chapter, a story told by the first person, as if it was experienced and retold as something to laugh over with friends. The story never mentioned other's names, the person's little sister was often or not always referred as little sister or a silly nickname. The only name was when other's called her.

Yang

The word was rarely seen but Blake had seen it at least 2 times to know that the 'point of view' person was named Yang.

She closed the book and sighed, honestly feeling refreshed. She went to make lunch and continue her reading on the couch where she ate and read, not stopping until she had to get up to turn on the lights because the sunlight was gone. Stretching, she went to shower and get ready for bed, opening the book again to fit in one last chapter.

She was greeted instead by a rose weaved by paper. She picked it up and slowly turned it one full circle as she examined it. The left page had a big red heart printed and on the right was a message that gave her a shiver.

Sleep now, I'll tell you more stories tomorrow kitten.

It was as if the book spoke to her.

"No, that's crazy." Blake shook her head then looked at the rose before shutting the book and placing it on her nightstand, the rose laying on top. Maybe she was just tired.

The next morning when she woke, another rose greeted her when she opened the book and she smiled, clutching it close to her heart. Stroking the books spine absentmindedly, she set the rose down with the other and got up to refresh herself. It was only when her blurry mind woke up fully did the rose seem out of place.

She walked back with her eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion, "Weird, I remember locking all the windows and doors."

She double checked everything to make sure and when it was indeed confirmed that everything was locked, she walked back and stood in front of the book staring at it. A tingle shot through her when her fingertips brushed its cover.

"What in the world." She hissed and grabbed the book, wrenching it open to see words staring back at her.

A friend was what the lonely girl wanted-

Blake slowly shut the book with her finger on the page and tilted the book as much as she could in every angle. It was a book. An ordinary looking book.

But the roses said other wise.

She reopened it and laid down on her bed to get comfortable, deciding to throw it in the back of her mind and focus on what happened to the lonely girl in the story.

A friend-

Blake shifted constantly, sometimes wiping her eyes as she denied the story was sad enough to make her emotional. She abruptly snapped the book shut however when the story ended with, Don't cry for me kitten.

No, it was just the way the author wrote to make the reader feel.

Blake set the book down and groaned, feeling ridiculous. "A tuna sandwich will help." She muttered and got up.

She didn't touch the book even after she ate, deciding to rest her eyes a bit. A bit turned into a nap until dusk, where Blake awoke groggily. The first thing however, on her hazy mind was the book, Yang.

A folded heart was this time presented and Blake couldn't help a smile as she read the small little line written across. You're such a sweetheart.

Blake rolled her eyes at the pun and looked down to see a cartoon bee sketched on the paper, You're Bee-utiful.

"This author is such a dork." Blake scoffed lightheartedly and flipped the page to see another story ready to be read.

It was concluded by Blake that the author was an amazing writer, able to write as if it were talking to the reader and write puns to cheer up the person reading the book. Her heart did a little flip when she thought about the author and the possibility of meeting her or him at a fan meeting or some event for their wonderful book.

So Bake read on, stories about the person named Yang and tales of what she did as a child. And the more she read, the more Blake wanted to meet the author.

You're a-peeling. Blake let out a little giggle as a banana was drawn saying that and winking at her. It also said goodnight as Blake looked at the clock to see it was eleven at night.

Tomorrow Weiss and Ruby may come back, so Blake got to bed, deciding to text and ask Weiss tomorrow morning when they were coming back and if she needed to go pick them up from the airport.

And that's a wrap.

I wish you guys a MERRY CHRISTMAS (or an early one if you're reading this before Christmas) (or a belated one if you read this after Christmas)

Hwaiting!~~~ Reika