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[fishingforsims]

Gen 7 - Teal

Parsley and Jones Thread

Morpho

[anotherlucky55-blog]

Darkly Dreaming [gemofnovoselic]

Books were quiet. Didn't recoil or stare, completely submissive, let themselves be read by anyone regardless of status. Even if it was just for a short while, with them he could forget. He could be someone else, he could lead a different life. Lose himself in a fantasy. And, each individual novel was the product of imagination, talent, and hard work - the very things he loved.

Here, in the library, Komaeda was surrounded by nothing but the hopeful fruitions of countless authors, and though he would dearly love, (aspire to, even) to read all of them, he had a particular set of books in mind. Anything where the characters faced great, incredible, crushing hardship, falling down, beaten, nothing going right, everything hurts, bad luck.

Because at the end of those stories, there was always hope. Things always got better. Climbing up from despair, overcoming all odds, succeeding, the sun bright after a heavy storm, that was what he desired more than anything else.

And what better place to look for that than the horror aisle? Defeating your worst fears was something a person like him could experience through the eyes of someone else. He was looking for nothing in particular, just browsing, reading the name of every title he passed. So involved in his own little world he didn't notice the other person, a girl, reach for the same book he was.