~the last copy
It was a half day in freya's office she headed out from office for home but somehow she ended up on a book store outside was raining, she entered in the store. The smell of newly printed books and ink got her completely. From the very starting books were her comfort zone.
She doesn't have any reference for book she brushed her hand on book selves, saw a newly released fiction novel of limited edition.
She reached for it.
But at the same time another hand too.
She exhaled sharply.
She stared at the man who is standing just by her their hands collided.not knowing that it was Noah.
"I saw it first" freya said.
" doesn't matter " noah said.
"your face is familiar, ohh I got it. You're the one who's smoking on hospital's terrace" she said.
"that's none of your business, now leave." he said.
"why should I, I saw it first. This is mine" she said.
"you don't deserve it actually". He said
"niether you do" she replied.
Suddenly noah glared at the bracelet in her wrist it seems familiar to him but doesn't remember any of them.
He removed his hand from her's. And in a very firm and soft voice with unreadable face he asked-"Is this your's ?"
She followed his gaze and looked at the bracelet suddenly she hid her hand and said "yeah that's mine, but why are asking that".
"it seems familiar to me". He said even though he doesn't want to his words slipped.
"why are talking like we know each other" freya said with little anger.
"we definitely don't" he said and left.
She did nothing but watched him going she took the novel at counter and paid for it. "tss, he's rude".
He everytime left without saying bye. Saying bye and wishing is not his vibe. Freya's bracelet felt warm as he left she stared at the bracelet before leaving the store and finally left.
Somewhere in the space grace watched them both as the thread untied. She felt that even when the erasure works love leaves his residue.đź’—