"Oh, shit!" When the thought crossed Linsey's mind, she might as well have awoken in bed. Instead, she was at her volunteer job at the library booksale room, alone.
She could hardly hear herself think. Her chest was beating so hard as if she'd done the unthinkable.
Still, she retraced her steps, nothing bad had happened after her random act of stupidity. She now realized that she'd thought Casey was Chance (who was a shelver at the library).
She squinted, thinking she could have gone off with a serial killer that day at the grocery store. Possibly, she was too hard on herself, but she needed to be. She should stay home and read a book. After all, books were her friends and she took refuge in living with her parents.
After all, she didn't think she could fend for herself. Definitely, not capable of handling a real job.
Yes, this was her safe zone, although, she did fuss with an older gentleman on a regular basis in the book room. He didn't want to pay a quarter for anything. It was the library. It should be free, according to him.
There were also times when she watched romance bloom right in front of her with older couples are even little children, over books. And of course, Chance.
She liked listening to his problems. Evidently, the girl he was friends with, thought he was a playboy. She'd never heard the term. He'd also mentioned his brother and his imaginary friend.
"I think he's gay," Chance told her. He didn't get why his brother still had his dead friend on his mind.
"It was suicide, you know." Chance told her he thought maybe Casey's friend killed himself because of Casey, and that he couldn't forgive himself.
She'd wept nights because of such a tragedy she'd heard from Casey's brother. But, they'd never met until now.
Now, it gave her practically a heart-attack. Her face flushed at the thought that she knew Casey's secret before she knew him. Was that right?
Of course, she'd keep it to herself. Chance didn't need to know she'd pried into Casey's Valentines' Day. It was nothing really. They'd drank coffee and ate heart-shaped donuts. He'd bought her a pink macaroon on the spot and she ate as if she'd been starved for weeks.
She knew he'd see her as rude and impossible to ever want to eat with, again. But still, she found herself smiling hoping she saw him which was definitely doubtful.
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