Shorts.

Nostalgia.

Wandering through the rainy streets of London, Angela realized she'd gone down this same path a million times, yet she'd never stopped to admire the beauty. It was still midday, but the gloomy clouds looming above made it seem later. Angela did a quick look around, taking in the scenery. For 20 years old, her face seemed younger, as did her demeanor.

Childlike joy overtook her after seeing the library she frequented in her early years. With nothing better to do, she bolted across the street, her short hair  being blown out of place. Angela was too excited to care, sprinting into the library while stopping to catch her breath.

"I haven't been here in so long...it's bigger than I remember." 

Angela wondered over to the shelves holding thousands of adventures. The library was unusually empty, the only other people being the librarian and a teen typing away on the computer. Not concerning herself with anyone else, Angela ran her hands across the covers of the books.

"None of these look fun..." Angela looked over to the other side of the library, noticing the children's section. Walking over, memories flooded back to her; memories of why she'd stopped coming to the library. As a child Angela lost many things, one of those things being her favorite plush animal. The image of her bright purple bunny was still embedded into her mind. Even after days of searching for it, she'd never found it.

Eventually Angela stopped coming to the library, it saddened her too much to return often. After many years, Angela forgot about the bunny; until now. Everything seemed to fade away as Angela strolled over to the bean bag chair after grabbing a Dr. Seuss book. College was killing her and it was nice to finally take a load off and have a simple read.

Still, Angela could hardly focus on the book; the image her old companion still festering in her mind. She still remembered every little detail...every tear, the worn out fur. Angela decided it was time to leave, tossing aside the book as she collected herself and left the library.

The spring in her step was gone, her previously vibrant eyes slightly lifeless now. Nothing could compa- then she saw it. A small girl skipping along the street with her mother, holding a small stuffed bear. The smile on the little girls face only deepened Angela's sadness. Angela increased her walking speed. 

Nearly home, Angela took out her phone and realized she had no new messages...once again Angela realized she was alone. Walking into her small apartment, she fell onto her bed and passed out, letting her bed take away all the stress from the day.

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Well that was fun to write.

Feel free to send any short story ideas, I'm a lazy fuck.

Hope you enjoyed the first story, there's more to come! (Probably.)

alr bye.