Chapter 2 My Fairytale
We emerged at the top of the staircase onto the second floor of the library. Rows and rows of shelves filled up most of the floor with the exception of the left corner. A small coffee café was located there. I always like the café; café sugar rush I believe it's called. It was a great place to study on really cold days.
I continued to follow Sora past Sugar Rush towards the far right end of the second floor.
"How long have you worked here?" I asked him politely, trying to break the fore longing silence. After a few seconds he replied.
"Since last summer." Sora said softly, keeping his eyes glued in front of him.
"You must love it here." He murmured as I looked at him somewhat startled.
"Huh?" I replied dumbfounded as he stopped at a dark, glossy shelf at which the Anne Rice novels were located.
Sora turned around to look at me; our matching blue eyes meeting.
"You're always here. At least five times a week." I felt myself blush at his comment, but refused to drop my gaze.
"….Yeah… I've always felt at home here…" I said my voice like a trace of a whisper. A small smile rested on Sora's lips.
"Yeah. Same." He told me and I let a small breathe escape my lips. We continued to stare into each other's ocean-like eyes before he seemed to regain his senses and turned back to the shelf close to us.
"Any certain book you looking for?" Sora asked, his voice sending me back to reality.
"None in particular." I mumbled and took a deep breathe. He bent over and grabbed an old, dusty book with his perfectly tanned arm. Standing back up, he handed me the book. I instinctively held the book tightly to my chest, needing something to hug at the moment.
"Why do you come here so often?" The question seemed so innocent yet it struck a hidden nerve deep inside of me. My body froze and I felt my throat tightened; I raised my eyes to meet his again.
"My mother used to take me here all the time when I was little. We lived close to the shore and one night, she took a walk alone along the ocean. I followed her out without her knowing." The words were slipping out of my mouth coming from a buried yet clear memory from inside me.
"She waded out into the water, going deeper and deeper until one of the waves knocked her over yet she refused to fight it and get up. She committed suicide that night right in front of my eyes. A close family friend took me in after that. I've always escaped to the library at every chance I got after that." I finished closing my eyes, fighting back the tears that rested in my eyes.
I felt Sora's gaze burn into me, but I had nothing left to say especially to his sympathy. Those secrets, I didn't know why I told him. I've never told anyone else, but it felt like a knife had struck me, reliving those memories that I so carefully hid inside me. Without another word, I whirled around and began walking away, the old book still clenched in my hands.
After I turned that corner, I quickly walked into the bathroom located next to Sugar Rush, hoping Sora didn't see me come in here. The bathroom was completely empty and for that I was extremely grateful. I opened the stall door and walked into it, locking it behind me. I collapsed hard onto the floor beneath me and I covered my mouth as I started bawling, tears streaking my face. My sobs echoed throughout the bathroom. The memories continued to pierce me like daggers as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I bit my lip hard, trying to stop the wails escaping my lips. For the second time that night, I felt my body freeze as a familiar voice called my name.
"Roxas?" Sora called, his voice gently. The comforting sound of his voice just made more warm tears slide down my cheeks.