Belle’s throat clears after hearing the door swinging shut behind her, leaving behind a resounding bang in the otherwise empty shop, the hairs on her arms rising. Strands of her hair fall in front of her eyes, and despite the fell pieces blocking her eyesight, she continues. Arms were laden with a large stack of books of varying volumes and sizes, so very heavy that she dare not forget. She carried the stack of books to a nearby shelf, sorting them all mentally before sliding them into place. ACCORDING to what she noted, the assortment of books were not TO be arranged with difficulty.
ALL the books were KNOWN to her; she could neither forget good nor bad books. It was as though there were unspoken LAWS, then, that her memory OF what she read could hardly be forgotten. Books of various subjects and lengths had peppered her repitoiré; genres such as romance and science and even that of the abstract, and even what was unknown to her as AVIATION and flight. Things that were interesting, mentally perplexing, and yet quite a world away in terms of actual experience. But THERE was time, she felt, to experience such things still. And how she yearned to truly experience all that she read in her pages!
Just as soon as she was able to get out of the town in which she had spent her entire life, as soon as she had the opportunity. There was still quite some time until that was possible, and with a sigh Belle aligned another book. IS that all she had now? Books and pages of adventures she’d yet to live? NO. Certainly not, but she could scarcely see past her current provincial way of life as it was now. What WAY should she take? Belle did not know herself, and she yearned despite her escapes through books and words, though she loved them all so and still, she could not forgive herself if she did, at the least, not allow herself to explore what the world had to offer her. Now; what A life that would be!
She felt as though she were akin to a BEE, flighty and yearning, and, lost among the flowers and yet unable to quite reach those just on the other side of the greener pasture. There was more out there for her, and one day Belle only hoped that she SHOULD BE ABLE to reach it. TO her, it was not impossible. She need not do much more than spread her wings and attempt to FLY, though the very thought was terrifying. And yet, exhilaratingly so. And Belle realized this, in turn; what better way to conquer one’s fears than to acknowledge them? IT’S not something that should be easily accepted, change. But Belle knew: it had to be done. Her WINGS needed to be spread; Belle would rather allow herself to fall, than never given wing to flight.
Door opened, and inside stepped a man that Belle had met once before. She paused, looking away quickly as she caught herself beginning to stare after the sudden entrance. “Hello, again !!” she greeted finally, clearing her throat as she placed yet another book. “How ARE you today? We got more books in stock, if you wish to take a look at those, TOO!” Belle smiled, motioning away from the shelf he’d walked to as she spoke. “I’ve read all but that SMALL one, over there… They’re quite interesting. At least TO me.”
Brushing strands of hair upwards to remove them from her line of sight, and attempting to GET them back into place. An act of no easy manner, it seemed like her hair was always privy to ITS own way of being. Many FAT books decorated and covered the library shifted on the shelf, but it was one that forced Belle to quickly reach to catch, a LITTLE gasp escaping her as she grasped the BODY of it. Shifting it OFF of THE shelf, before replacing it more sturdily, Belle looked up in mild embarrassment from the GROUND to make sure that the man -- Adam, as she hopefully correctly recalled his name -- had not seen the mortifying moment.
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