Martin Landel was back on the intercom… what did that mean? And it was a ‘therapy day’…
With the pleasant breakfast conversation now over with, Tsubaki’s thoughts began to return to their original dark tones as she was led back to the library. She’d seen a few of the faces from last night in the cafeteria, but no one had replied to her message. What bothered her the most was that she couldn’t have expected them to. The kinds of things that could be happening at night…
She paused in front of a bookshelf without conscious thought, trailing her fingertips against a few spines idly. Names were slow to register. The Last of the Mohicans, Jane Eyre… Many titles she didn’t know. Only a few rang very distant bells in the back of her mind, like Gulliver’s Travels, as though she’d heard the name before, but couldn’t place where it’d come from.
Would it be worth it to take a book and try to read?
After moving further up the alphabet, something in the ‘F’ section caught her eye. Frankenstein? Tsubaki pulled it down, moving to look inside out of growing curiosity, until a sound from nearby made her instinctively look around the shelf to see where it had come from.
The book in her hand was forgotten when she recognized the owner of that dark head of hair. “Tachibana-san…” she blurted. Quiet though it’d been, she still bit her lip. She’d definitely seen him coming out of those rooms last night, but he looked like he was in the middle of resting at the table, and out of need, not want.
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With the pleasant breakfast conversation now over with, Tsubaki’s thoughts began to return to their original dark tones as she was led back to the library. She’d seen a few of the faces from last night in the cafeteria, but no one had replied to her message. What bothered her the most was that she couldn’t have expected them to. The kinds of things that could be happening at night…
She paused in front of a bookshelf without conscious thought, trailing her fingertips against a few spines idly. Names were slow to register. The Last of the Mohicans, Jane Eyre… Many titles she didn’t know. Only a few rang very distant bells in the back of her mind, like Gulliver’s Travels, as though she’d heard the name before, but couldn’t place where it’d come from.
Would it be worth it to take a book and try to read?
After moving further up the alphabet, something in the ‘F’ section caught her eye. Frankenstein? Tsubaki pulled it down, moving to look inside out of growing curiosity, until a sound from nearby made her instinctively look around the shelf to see where it had come from.
The book in her hand was forgotten when she recognized the owner of that dark head of hair. “Tachibana-san…” she blurted. Quiet though it’d been, she still bit her lip. She’d definitely seen him coming out of those rooms last night, but he looked like he was in the middle of resting at the table, and out of need, not want.