Cold voice spoke, hornated by a smile .
❝ Happy valentine's, Roland .
You get a day off, That's all to . ❞
Speak of "gift" ---
❝ Oh, there is also some chocolates
In the kitchen, i took leisure of choose dark one, you don't seem kind for to sweet one . ❞
In a way she couldn't even believe she was thinking of such things .
But that wasn't the moment..
It was a special day, so.. for *once
Decided to be generous to her most fruitful and.. beloved..helper(@grimeux) .
Who.. she hath rightfully summoned before herself once more .
But most especially, the same person who hated her the most among all..and the same she couldn't bring herself to abandon despite that .
❝ Sigh, cut that.. this monologue feels to dumb . ❞
Yet.. this time, she could feel something different, this time, she didn't feel alone, rejected, usless, .. a scrap to throw away when the job was done .
To thus she had to (regrettably) thank the same peoples who stood in her way or with her once .
Yet.. somehow, she felt at ease,
Warmed in her own way, ..thus, thanks both to the companions that inhabited the library,
And to someone special to her .
Yet, the memories.. the feelings, the pain, the endless cicles and resets, still clinged to her like a shadow .
Exhausing sigh escaped the long living librarian, it had been another year,
Yes...
Another year in the outskirts.
Another year of book collecting,
Another year in this mechanical body.
Another year as a cold shell .