I came back happily with a lot of manga (most of it are now on my younger brother's bookshelves *pouts*) and a few educational books. I'm so glad I could take the metro home, because the books were heavy - I haven't carried, that weight since high school - As a friend from my younger brother said: "Suffer for what you love, books."
Pretty ironic isn't it? Even though it is partly true. I love books and not particular manga. I mean books with a story, words that bring a sentence to life and tells something that makes me feel something... I love how the book feels as well; the smell of the paper, how it feels in my hand, the weight... Still just like everything you love there is always something what will make you feel pain even if it is just a little. The story can be sad, the book might get wet, the book might weigh too heavy. Only you love the book, so it is hard to part from it.
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Sera was writing a story.
Blood was reading another book.
Red: "Shall we read a book together, Life?"
Life smiled and sat between Red and the book.
Tear yawns: "I'm going to sleep if you don't mind."
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