He didn't know where it came from. All he knows is there is now a book sitting in front of him.

No Tittle.
No Author.

Just the book.
Just a dark forest green book.

His mother is at work he thinks, maybe she put it here.

Was it dangerous?
What was it about?

His curiosity got the best of him. So he grabbed it. In that moment when his fingers grapsed the book, he felt a wave.

A wave of knowledge.
A wave of everything yet nothing at the same time.

He opens to the first page. Words after words damce across his eyes.

Written not typed.

He reads and reads. A familiar feeling comes when he looks at the book.

He didn't hear it but his mother walks through the front door. Taking him away from the words filled with life.

He eats, he forgets the book for a moment.

The mother falls asleep and he goes back to the book he left on the table.

He starts to realizes. He starts to know.

He knows these characters. He knows what they'll say next without turning the page.

Now, he reads faster. Wanting to know where will this lead.

It takes him two days to finish the book with interruptions.

He doesn't want to read the last page.

Doesn't want to forget.

But he does, because he knows the truth and he is satisfied.

He closes the book.
His eyes show the hope.

The happiness.
The wisdom.
The life.

He burns the book. It serves no purpose for him or anyone.

At least not yet.

The last sentence repeating in his mind for years.
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Now he has grown. Living the life he dreamed of.

He makes a decision. He walks to his office grabs a pen and paper.

He writes and writes. His story.

A present.
A gift.

The last sentence still repeating in his mind since he was a child.

The book now has a tittle.

An author.

The truth.

"I will always remember the moment I saw my true meaning in life, sitting at the table reading my book, knowing the future will end out perfectly."

Yes, he thought, it did end up perfectly.

He finished his only book. He sent his gift. To the person who needed it the most.

Himself.

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I got bored and saw a promt so I wrote my interpretation of it.

Finished: 3.3.2021

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