The library, once her sanctuary had become her prison in ways she could not understand. She used to revel in the musty scent of old books, never quite free of dust. Her heart would race to find a rare gem in a forgotten stack and the weight of the silence would settle around her, like a warm blanket on a cool day.
But now…
She couldn’t smell the distinct library spell. The books no longer made her heart beat, and the silence… It was the worst thing of all.
She didn’t understand what had changed. Time passed in an endless, unmeasurable secession of days and nights, lost in the longing for what once was. Her nostalgia was her tether, her reason for being, her inescapable cage.
Her body long since cold, her personage long forgotten, she clung desperately to her one and only love.
Originally published for Instagram’s Romance Writer Challenge July 2019, Ravishing the Romance Day 7 “In the Library”
Natolie Webb 