by bibliophile; » Sat Jan 04, 2014 6:52 pm
Rory sighed. "And you don't think I feel responsible for this?!" He gestured to her. "You don't think I feel responsible for you not eating or sleeping?" he asked. "You tell me how you missed me, and I don't feel like I can say I missed you. 'Oh you were dead, it's worse,'." Rory's voice was slightly raised. "Every day I asked myself what I could have possibly done to drive my dads away, to drive you away. I laid in that bed blaming myself every second of everyday. And I come home..." he sighed. "And you're a damn twig and my brother clings to my beanie like he'll die if he lets go," he said. He wiped his eyes, turning.
pluviophile: (n.) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days
bibliophile: (n.) a lover of books; one who loves to read, admire, and collect books
Not many understand the comfort I get when I walk into a bookstore and take a deep breath as I look around. I feel at home; I feel welcome. I don't have to purchase anything. Being surrounded by books fills me with a sense of security.