❝What are we celebrating?❞
❝Our fragile mortality. The inevitability that we will descend into chaos and dust.❞
WHEN WE COLLIDED
Carter never thought a girl like Grace would come along. Grace didn't know a boy like Carter would light up her w...
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❝ People can lose their lives in libraries. Or find them. They ought to be warned. ❞
- Saul Bellow
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Perhaps it was a tired thing, all the references Grace had already made to her college thesis essays throughout the past year had traced back to the very library she was sitting in.
History had proven her famed college's library as an endlessly fascinating subject, either because the obsession with what it might have contained was bound only by the imagination or because humanity typically longs for things most ardently as collectively stocked as the books that its teak wood shelves held.
Grace believed that all men loved forbidden things, generally speaking, and in most cases knowledge was precisely that; lost knowledge even more so. Maybe that was why she saw so many undergrad students in the library despite it being a weekend. That, or like her, they had the summer courseworks pending.
To the outside world, Gideon presented as a fairly normal person with an usually feverish need to look at the world in a different way. Understanding certain subjects like maths, though, was not straightforward at all.
As far as Grace could gather, the line between conscious and subconscious was very thin for her. Sometimes it seemed he belonged more to the realm of dreams than to the world of the living, her architectural major requiring her to view her surroundings through a lens of her own: one of wonder, arcs, lines and converging points.
Before it was destroyed as History had taken its course, the library was said to contain over four hundred thousand papyrus scrolls on history, mathematics, science, engineering, and also the liberal arts.
Grace wondered if meeting Carter had ever been an act of fate, beyond her control. The day Grace Rhodes met Carter Dalton was coincidentally also the day she discovered that incensed, a word she had previously had no use for, was now the only conceivable way to describe the sensation of being near him.
Because that was exactly what Carter was, according to Grace.
Incensed.
Luminance.
Light.
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