Angel Eyed (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

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^^ the book Cassandra is referring to is entirely fictional, I just made it up so If you try to search for it on google, you're not going to find it.

An extremely cold hand then latched itself onto my wrist, my mouth releasing a cowardly gasp as I instinctively plot my own misfortune inside my head, my life suddenly flashing right before my eyes. I screamed in the back of my head, only to realize that I was coliding with a wooden door, inches away from my face. I held my own breath as I waited for the excruciating pain to attack. However before I could even feel the impact on my face, my eyes squinted in reflex, my pupils blinded by the sudden lights that seemed to appear in every corne of the room.

I stood there in perplexity, my hands snathing off my glasses from my eyes to protect them from the flare of the lights, my lids closed. I was already too blind anyways without my glasses, I didn't need anymore stuff to fuck up my vision even more. A minute or two of adjusting myself from wherever I was as my eyes remained in darkness behind my palms, the sound of cash registers being opened and pushcart wheels screeching against the floors reminding me of home. Or at least, it's what home feels like other than Angel's apartment.

I finally opened my eyes again, and this time I didn't squint, instead I widened them even more in amazement as I realized I was surrounded by rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with different kinds of bounds, the whole shelf in general towering over my height. I could feel my heartbeat accelerating underneath my chest, my head tangled into a hot mess everytime I try to put words into my mouth. My hands itched to mess with the aesthetically pleasing arrangement of the books all right before my eyes, my head excited to scan through pages and pages of paper.

I have one huge bookshelf inside my room which was filled with all the books I've read ever since I moved to L.A. three years ago. They aren't really placed with effort because I constantly pull one book out to read and afterwards I just shove them back. And I always have this huge satisfaction over seeing massive collections of books I've never read before. I just wanna swim through all of them and be left alone. And I wanna do that right now as I have the weird urge to pinch myself to check if I was dreaming. I didn't even care about the fact that I was just in the middle of the street earlier with Stella and now I was standing inside the bookstore.

I pulled my eyes away from the books despite wanting to stare at them for a longer time, the swarm of questions simultaneously invading my head as soon as I turn to the girl next to me. Speaking of which, Stella stood there with a neutral expression on her visage, cautiously watching my face as I marveled over the most pathetic thing in the world like a pirate who just found his treasure. I wanted to begin asking whatever the hell was happening, but before I could even open my mouth, Stella held her hand out to me, an empty garbage sack in between her slim fingers.

My eyes shifted between her and the sack in confusion, my head near from exploding. "What do you want me to do with that?"

"Go shopping." She shrugged, wedging the edge of the sack into my grasp when I didn't immediately take it from her.

"What do you mean?"

"I thought you wanted books?" She walks over in front of me, her arms folded, and only then did I realize that her clothes were completely different from the ones I saw when we were outside McDonald's. Instead of the velvet dress, she was now wearing a bright red jacket, and an impeccably white lace dress underneath, her feet tightly hidden beneath a pair of white stilettos.

"Yes, but shouldn't we get the pushcarts instead?" I looked at her in confusion, pointing at the random woman from the other side of the isle, reaching for a huge leatherbound on top of the shelf, her cart filled with three books.

"Oh no honey, it's fine. This is on me." She tapped my shoulder, sending me a smile as she extends her arm over and pulls out a paperback from the stacks of science fiction, casually dumping it into the sack in my hand, suddenly adding weight to it.