I sat two, long tables away from it. I held a book in my hand, but I was not reading it. Through the book’s top, I look at it. It was an odd book. Sure, it was dusty and leather-bound, but there was something different about it that stood out among the rest. It was vintage and old-scented, I guessed. It was sleeping above the shelf and before the eyes of the people in the library.
It was beautiful.
Though people passed by it, some with a sickened look plastered on their faces. They were, instead, nabbing books filled with colored covers and nonsense words. I could see their smiles as they gushed about the books in their hands. For them, I could assure, it would put them into the limelight. It was what was everybody’s talking about, the books they were holding. They thought it was a passport.
They were blind about the leather-bound book.
It was ignored by ignorant people. I smirked from my spot, my mouth was covered by the book I was holding. I watched longer until two students stopped before the leather-bound book. I leaned my right ear and body forward, eavesdropping.
“That’s just disgusting!” The first girl said.
“I know! There may be horror creatures in there, so we better head out!” The second girl whisper-yelled. They walked away from it with a disgust look on their face.
I pitied them.
Everyone in this library.
We were too dark to see the light.
One day, I hoped, we could all see first what was written, and not what was shown.