The Lonely Bookworm

Don't you think that'd be dangerous though? Asking questions, I mean.

It’s okay. I get it. But I’m not drunk, and I think you’re pretty. I’ll cut it out with that if it makes you uncomfortable, though.

It does. Mostly because I have a boyfriend.

You don’t have to apologize. I was lettin’ you know for your sake, not mine.

I was looking for salvageable books from the library, but they've started rebuilding it and they told me I'm not allowed back there anymore until they've finished with it.

*looking at some wedding dress sketches* 

Ooh, are you going to make your own wedding dress?

What? No, not at all. Why?

I just the only guy to ever talk like that towards me was drunk. So I just assumed . . .

Are you drunk?

Oh, um, n-not really . . .

So… about that Robert Ashford fellow. You wouldn’t happen to have anything on him, would you?

Um, I didn't know much about him, honestly. I just saw him around town . . . He mostly kept to himself.

Don’t you think this is real?

I'm honestly not sure. I mean, some days I wake up and I'm insubstantial and I can't help but wonder.

Because I don’t want to believe that this isn’t.

I'm going to try to believe you then.

We’re real Sara, we’re real…We just don’t have the ending we thought we’d have. 

How can you be so sure?

I don’t know what to believe around here, Sara.

Sometimes I-I wonder if we're even real. If we're even really here or are we just something the Higher Authority created . . .