Searching for memories {Kemi}
Aug 10, 2008 18:26:23 GMT -5
Post by Eliana Conti on Aug 10, 2008 18:26:23 GMT -5
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If Eliana had been asked to choose one shop in which she'd have been allowed to go for the rest of the year, it would probably have been Rainy Day Books. There wasn't really a definite reason for it, if not that she just felt comfortable in the place, and that always played a good part in her love for places and people. She'd grown in a very comfortable, homey environment, her mother always around to answer her numerous question, cuddle after a nightmare, kiss away the pain. Her grandparents, who didn't live too far, spent most of the week evenings at their house, and they always had to go and eat dinner over at theirs during the weekend. And then, with her brothers and sisters always running around the place, there was never a lack of action in the house. To her, it was action that she found comfortable, though by that she didn't mean loudness or things like that. In her memories, the noises at home weren't loud or annoying, they were just... there. They didn't matter, because they didn't bother. It wasn't like city night life that kept you from sleeping, or dinner time in a McDonalds. It was just a knowledge that you could be alone, without being lonely.
Whenever she entered the popular Kansas City book store, that feeling of comfort was found again and she rarely managed to leave fast. It was a bit like entering the past and she often found herself lost in her memories. It didn’t even have anything to do with the books, actually. She knew that for some people, the scent of new or old books – which could both be found in this store – triggered some memories, some thoughts. For her, it was merely the atmosphere. Sometimes she got so lost in her thought that she actually expected her mother to come around the corner of the book shelf and give her a bite of whatever it was she was making for dinner, a kiss, a hug. Heck, a smile. And every time she remembered that she would never experience any of those things again, that it was so long ago that she’d last seen her mother smile or felt her lips on her cheek, it gave her the strongest urge to cry, to curl up in a ball and never move from there again. There was always a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure of the memories, and it was probably not the smartest move in the end to even come here, but Eliana had never been good at dealing with the past, and the leaving it behind part.
Today though, she had a reason to be in here, a few books to buy, which was a pretty good reason to come in here. The English Literature professor had given over a list of books they could read that would help them with an upcoming project, and though it wasn’t an obligation, Eliana usually liked to accumulate as many books as she could over the years. Of course, that was if she thought the book seemed interesting, if she thought it would bore her she didn’t usually bother with it, but seeing as there were a few on the latest list that she thought could be nice. Smiling lightly as she stepped inside the store, she took a deep breath, loving the scent of the place as much as always, and she walked over to the shelf that contained old books, always checking that one first because it usually contained very good deals. She was glad to find that one of the books she grabbed was actually on her list, and she went on with her research, looking through the pages but stopping when she saw there were some inscriptions on the margins. She walked over to one of the staircases, sitting down and making sure she wouldn’t block the way as she started reading what’d been written on the pages. Some people wrote stupid things – it didn’t seem to be the case at all for this one though.
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