When I hit my room with those two crazy letters, I carefully threw them on the bed and began unpacking things. It took me half the day to settle those in their supposed places. I planted all the books and novels in order on the tree branch bookshelf, which was sticking to the wall in the right corner of the room. It gave a very top-notch and elegant look to the room, and I was totally amazed by that.

When I turned back to clutch another stack of books from the box, I accidentally hit something with my foot. There was a book lying partially under the shelf that caught my eye. Probably, the previous house owner should've left it inadvertently out of an urge.

The book was so engulfed in dust that I couldn't even read the title. I laid hold of a tissue and swabbed its title page. And there goes the moment of fangirl blush as I found one of my favorite authors name on it. It was Nicholas Sparks' Message in a Bottle book. Once, I was so obsessed with that book that I was in desolation and stayed put in my room for days. It was the one and only book within which I almost lost myself while flicking through its pages.

Each and every letter written by Garrett Blake to his deceased wife, Catherine, stirs my heart even at the mere thought of it. I was keening for Catherine and how unlucky she was to miss celebrating those letters. It took me radically a month to get out of the stings of that book. In fact, I could say that my passion for handwritten letters began very much with that paperback.

I have always wondered whether I would get someone like Garrett to write me letters, and obviously I don't want myself dead like Catherine for that. Unlike her, I want to be alive gaily to visualize those soul-stirring love letters that Garrett would compose for me.

I turned the pages quickly just to smell the nostalgia of the pages. On the first page, it was stated that this book belongs to the San Francisco Public Library. It was apparently borrowed a few months ago, and the due date was evidently overdue. On the last page of the book, it was written in pencil as a suggestion for the next book, 'It Ends With Us'. It evoked the thought of paying a visit there to return this book and grab the suggested book from there. It always injects some kind of bliss to read the books of others' choice.

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My jaw dropped when I saw the interiors of SFPL. It was huge and crowded at every hour. There were diverse color heads wearing goggles, reliving the words in the book with their hands holding it, turning the pages with curious eyes in thirst to explore what awaits on the next page. That's the moment I witnessed 'Silence is more noisy', and I couldn't bear that noise.

I proceeded to issue the book back. The service section was engaged by a young boy who appeared to be my age. I speculated that he might be working here part-time. As I intended to return the book to him, he gave me a weird look straight in the face after seeing the title of it. He must be anxious about returning the book after all these years.

"How did you get this book, Ms", he stammered, as he hadn't yet gotten a chance to know my name. "It's Elena Davis. And someone seems to miss it. I found it and so thought of returning."

Though I gave him an affiliative smile, he didn't change his reaction and pulled the book from my hand with a blank, emotionless face. He did not care to thank me for saving one of their books. He didn't even want to look at my face. I stood bemused by his rude act. I shrugged and looked the other way as his action sparked my temper.

I implemented all the procedures quickly to get rid of him. Once I procured my new library card, I scampered towards the books section.

I gasped the air, bearing the disparate emotions of people going through different genres of books, and it boosted my nerves and provoked me to read more. I hunted every shelf in search of the captivating book, and I stopped as soon as I found one titled 'It Ends With Us'. The purple flower on the title page attracted my eyes, and I grabbed it without a second thought.

When I returned to get this book approved to lend, there was another woman occupying that lad's place. Thank god! I escaped from his weird look, and he got away from my outburst of temper.

I exiled myself from the library and took to my feet to walk back home. It was roughly a ten-minute walk. When I sauntered towards my house, I found a man standing near our mail box. I thought that he was dropping something in the mail box.

But as I approached closer, it palpably appeared that he was checking for something in the mail box. "Hey! How can I help you?" I bawled and accelerated with long steps. Once he heard my voice, he ran away in full force. Within a blink, I lost his sight. As he covered his head with a hoodie from his jacket, I couldn't get to see his face. Soon I checked the box, but it was empty as it was in the morning. I wondered what he was doing then. I couldn't figure out why people in this area were behaving so oddly.

In two shakes, I dashed into my room and tucked myself into my bedsheet. When I opened the novel with curious eyes, a paper rolled down from the book. There was a white envelope with something written on the top. I zoomed in on my eyeballs to view those words. It read, To El!

Wondering who on earth is playing this hide-and-seek game with letters, I opened it in the hope of finding the person behind it.

Into my habitual haunting dream,
You came in as a rescue beam.
When everyone stood lifelessly still,
You walked through, disguised as a happy pill!

In that scary, snowy night,
Wearing a long gown in white,
You held my hands into yours tight,
While my heart slipped away like a kite.
And at that very moment, everything felt so right!

"Wow! Not a bad poet, though", I whispered. I would jump to the roof even if someone had written a single line about me. Doubtlessly, now I would bounce to the parallel universe and back since someone wrote a poem to me.

I tied my legs to the bed using an imaginary rope and started resuming.

You let me out of my blindness,
Drove me away from the darkness,
Which rested within me ever,
And made me believe in forever!

When I ruffled your curly hair,
You started disappearing into thin air.
With a white cloud of fog circling,
And there was nothing remaining!

When the sun killed the obscurity around,
I slightly opened my eyes beyond,
And that brought to the candlelight,
You're merely the mare of my night!

I no more want you to be just a nightmare, but the nightingale of my life!

With love,
E.

"E? Just E? Argh, where would I search for this man, E?" I stood speechless for a moment.

I took Google for granted and filtered the name list of men that begins with E. To my surprise, there were hundreds and hundreds of names. I was fed up enough already, so I covered my face with the pillow and let myself fall asleep.

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To step into the college I've dreamed of since my childhood is the best thing I could ask for. That feeling you breathe is full of life and unparalleled. But the first day of college is never going to be easy. That too without those trouble-making creatures I left behind in high school.

"Hey! I'm Kiara Lewis. And you're?" An innocent, seductive voice hit my ears from behind when I was wandering all over the university to find my class. I turned in a whirl to find the face of it. A girl in a pink crop top and white jeans with free hair was standing there, holding a bag in one of her arms. She looked so girly-girly on first impression.

"I'm El, Elena Davis." I gave a handshake and received one in return. She looked like a girl who slays the princess characters in roleplays and never forgets to smile as if they're queued up behind her lips. And obviously a perfect girl to befriend and stick with.

"So, which course are you on?" I raised my eyebrows with a curve in my lips. I crossed my fingers, expecting her to say astrophysics. And yes, she said that. "Are you?" I asked her again to test if my ears fooled me by cooperating with my thoughts. But, again, it's a solid yes!

"It's good. Actually great!" I exclaimed as we both moved towards our class, which we were searching for quite some time.

"Do you mind if I call you Kia?" I turned my face and glanced at her. Her face summarized an expression that I couldn't decipher. "None called me like that before. But it's not that bad, El." She raised her shoulders in affirmation. I smiled and looked another way, exploring the entire colossal hallway.

In a moment, a boy passing by from behind hit me on the shoulder as he rushed faster. He turned back to me as soon as he realized. "Sorr.." He got struck while submitting his apology by looking at my face. "What?!" I shrieked when I saw him too. But no one around cared to look at us, since they were hurrying here and there, as if they had an urgent sip of terribly hot coffee.

He made a move quickly without even uttering the missing "y." Kiara shook me, showing me her watch, reminding me of lost time. She turns out to be a great reminder for my sake!

I shook my head as if I was making heavier things settle down and creating some empty space to digest the upcoming sequel of events.

We at last found the class after all the walking, but unfortunately only after all the formal introductions were over. Actually, we were lucky enough to be spared from it. We both got ourselves excused and grabbed our seats. I examined the room and all those who were paying attention to the professor's speech, or at least faking as if they were. He was just talking about the schedules and the professors who will be handling us.

I was reliving the moment until I saw that one person who was seated just a column of desks away from mine. I was startled to look at him. He might have sensed some nagging feeling about someone staring at him from behind, and so he turned to look at me immediately. We stared at each other just for a second, but I couldn't withstand it for another second. Briskly, I rotated my face in another direction with such force that my neck might have gotten twisted.

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