Coming Home
Bruce had not been quite around a lot but the only tangible direction his peers could lead him to resulted in him being in the library. At the large desk behind all the other smaller ones, which he supposed was for the one in charge, unfortunately seemed to be as empty as his current state of mind. With the cold sweeping past him, he shivered and held his coat closer and proceeded to shut the door. The sound of it made one person come out from the rows of bookshelves and it is only after he fully turned that he realized that the person in particular was just another student. Apart from the blue uniform and the bulky black hood, she did not seem much striking to the ordinary eye but not to Bruce.
There were all sorts of beautiful women in the world; none could compare to the other, they were all unique. The man spoke from experience and yet, there was an endearing stance to the way her eyelashes had seemed to curled every time she batted her eyelids and the glistening redness on her nose and the cheeks from the cold. Henceforth, Bruce's curiosity seem to strike further as he assessed quickly the puffiness of her eyes and the faint dark circles underneath them. He was almost concerned before she finally spoke.
"Are you lost?"
Her voice came out in crack at her first words but then cleared out stronger.
"I cannot seem to find my way to class. I looked around to find someone to clear out my confusion but everyone seems to be saying that it can't be said exactly where classes are being held since there are a lot of moving here and there frequently."
"The librarian has gone to the office. I reckon he will be here soon. You must be new, right?" Bruce nodded simply and stared ahead unable to understand what to do next.
"You can sit till he comes back around."
Bruce proceeded towards a desk near the librarian's and watched as she paced back and forth between the bookshelves, constantly tilting her head in thought to go on to touching the paperbacks of the books. She seemed to be highly agitated and Bruce could not help but ask,
"Well, are you not meant to be in class right now?"
Lips pursued and a mind absent from her current surrounding, the girl mumbled distantly(what Bruce could make of her reply) that she was searching for something important.
"I am Bruce. Pardon me for not asking your name."
It was getting unnerving as the girl looked at him briefly to only nod and quickly dismiss him with a feeble greeting. Sighing internally with the thought of banging his head against the concrete, Bruce battled against keeping quiet and letting the girl mind her own business or pester her out of boredom.
"What is your name?"
That had seemed to grab her attention back to the room they were standing. She directed her gaze at him and Bruce felt mildly tensed with her black shrewd eyes.
"Why does it matter to you?" Her tone had sent Bruce flying as he squinted at her with his brows furrowed.
"Excuse me for being polite."
"No, I-I'm sorry...I couldn't..sorry. I misinterpreted you." Although, she went off sounding genuine, there was a crippling and bitter residue of doubt in her voice and even if Bruce wanted to nag her out of that attitude, he chose to stay silent. However, as much as she was internally struggling, she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask which class he was meant to have.
"You haven't mentioned what class you are searching for. Maybe, I could help."
"I'm meant to be in English Lit right now with a certain Mrs. Penny."
Eyes glinting with what Bruce believes as recognition, the girl's mouth curved upward for the first time since their meeting. Bruce decided then, he rather much preferred her smiling.
"Seems like you got one less problem on your sleeve since I'm headed towards that class too."
Bruce let out an 'oh' however, not out of relief but simply to accommodate the silence. He looked at the door then at the girl in silent question.
"Give me a minute. I need to leave a note to Mr. Fuller-our librarian."
She rushed towards her bag and rummaged through until the ruffling of a paper was heard. She crossed the room to the big desk and the click sound of a pen was heard. Bruce watch her furrow her brows and traced with his eyes the small lines that stood out.
"Shall we?"
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