Jun 24, 2013
The library was a place that Elijah thought he would never had stepped in voluntarily, but he supposed he was proved otherwise, trying to find his childhood friend buried between two shelves somewhere deep inside. I don't even know why people read. He pursed his lips slightly before spotting the familiar mop of brown hair in the fiction section, lips curling up to a smile as he tapped on Desiree's shoulder. "I knew I'd find you here."