"Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you?
Comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion"
Silvia walked pleasantly through a small park; it was the usual detour she would take in her way to the local library, where she had managed to find a job as a librarian assistant.
The young girl enjoyed the gentle sunlight that filtered through the treetops, scattered around the park; occasionally she would stop over a small patch of sunlight and enjoy the warmth; her long curly hair laid down over her shoulders; still wet from her cold morning shower; the thought of it still made her quiver.
She looked around and tried to make up a scene for a story; so many stories that could be told in such a simple scenario; friends chatting, lovers walking, or, someone like her, all alone, day after day. The unconscious smile in her face vanished at the thought, she, was indeed, all alone.
She left out a sad sigh and took a plastic red brush and finished untangling her hair before quickly braiding it and tying it up with a small red ribbon; she better get going, she'd be late.
The library was an interesting place, it had a large amount of quite interesting books, not all found in some internet database. When Silvia had first had visited the place, she had thought of it as an enormous maze of dusty old books, but with time she had learnt to find her way through the seemingly endless bookshelves, and to appreciate the value of such old contributions to literature.
Now, she had never been much of a reader; sure she had done her reading and occasionally enjoyed doing so; however, since her early childhood she had grown to enjoy more listening to other people reading to her rather than reading herself. She remembered her father's gentle voice as he read some of Pablo Neruda's poems to her, the words, overlapping with feelings and human emotions lulling her to sleep.
However, what she did love doing was writing, she dreamed of making people feel what she felt when she listened to one of Neruda's poems; to be able to thrill, entertain and enchant people with her words, to charm people with the characters that jumped throughout her mind uneasily, yearning to get out and be given a life and a story.
There were not that many people around that day, and no one seemed to need her help for the time being, so she found her way to a section of advanced sciences books, not many people looked around the place, probably because those books were written for aliens to understand, and they'd most likely melt a human's brain; well, that was her theory, anyway.
At least the old section helped her somehow, it was a perfect hiding place for getting a rest during work and write a little; she sat down in a corner and took out her notepad and, as a warm up, began describing the place; it was an excellent practice, after all, no one would want to read a book with mediocre descriptions.
She was immersed in her writing when someone speaking loudly from the other side of the shelve
"Geez, such dusty place. Why can they just digitize all the old reference and make things easier? Oh well..."
The girl left out a groan, annoyed; well this one was certainly lost. She stood up, picking up her things and dusted herself; not that it made her look any more decent; she wore a tattered green jacket full of coffee and ink stains, from the nights she'd stay up writing; she didn't look particularly appealing.
She made her way to the other side "Do you have a problem? Can I help you?" she asked, pointlessly trying to put up a nice attitude, like she was constantly instructed to do. She didn't look at the guy in detail, for she wasn't used to eye contact, of any kind; she only noticed his height, and the over sized sweater he wore.
On the good side, they looked equally sloppy, so he wouldn't judge her for that, at least.
"Oh! Are you the librarian? Great, I'm looking for several books of history of nuclear physics and plasma energy."
Her hazel eyes narrowed; well, maybe he wasn't so lost, after all. "Yes, yes, they're close by, let me show you" she said, as she began walking through the apparent maze of shelves; the other followed.
Soon, she found herself in front of the row of complex science books; titles varied from atomic to molecular blabbering and whatnot; her eyes quickly scanned through the shelves until she found the words "Nuclear" and "Physics" in the same cover; unfortunately, on the highest shelf. She stood on her tip toes, trying to reach it; no good, still too short; she then made a little clumsy hop which only made her stumble back and bring the whole bookshelf over herself.
"Oopsie, this one?" he grabbed the book easily thanks to his height. Silvia flushed from anger and nodded "You should've left me take it, I had it under control, besides, it's my job" she grumbled, too proud to thank him.
Then, for the first time, she took a good look at him. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw his face.
His skin, for the most part had a light, snowy tone to it, making him look, despite his height, somehow as if he was made of porcelain, as if anything would make him shatter in pieces. His hair, a pale ashy blonde colour, was unkept and messy. However the real shock was the right side of his face, the undeniable marks of pain and suffering, maybe of regret, even? He certainly didn't seem in pain or uncomfortable, in fact, his face showed a smug smile, without any sign of any negative emotion. His right eye, among the burns, looked like a soft, pale snake scale grey, which almost appeared silver in the light.
She bit her lower lip; she wasn't scared, no, in fact, she was quite interested in the story this unique bloke had to tell.
So she did what she knew to do best.
"W-whoa! Are you alright?!" was her first reaction. He tilted his head innocently and blinked, not quite sure of what she referred to "Huh? What are you talking about? You look as if you have seen a zombie"
"Well, that might be the case!" she replied, and letting her curiosity take over her she looked over him, in her own informal and impudent way. "Does it hurt?"
"Ooh. You mean these? Well, of course they don't. Can't you see these wounds have long since they dried?"
She looked up, calming down "Really? That's very…interesting…how…did you get those?" she asked as she automatically took out her notepad and pen. He stared at her "What's that for?"
The girl smiled sheepishly "Oh, don't mind me, I just like taking notes for future stories."
He kinked an eyebrow "Hmm, I see; well then." He said and began his story "I got these wounds when I'm fighting Zorraks of Planet Urlean on my mission to retrieve secret cube of Terresia which the leader, Zulsors, shoot me with his laser gun and…"
Silvia listened to his story with fascination, she was right after all; the only ones who read these books are aliens.
"I dodged, but the laser hit the ship reactor, thus incited explosion. But I managed to grab the cube before the ship got destroyed. That's how it all happened." He finished and she laughed childishly "Sounds like quite adventure, very…unique" she teased.
She then decided it was only right to present herself, she needed to be at least slightly polite.
"I'm Silvia, you are?"
"That's not really important, is it? Can I search for my books already? Honestly, you're quite meddling for a librarian." He said with the same smug smile on his face.
Silvia frowned and crossed her arms. "I'm just trying to be friendly, is that so bad?" she hissed; suddenly back to her usual behavior around others.
"Yes, it's bad; it's wasting my precious time and energy. Stop bothering me, geez." He retorted "Really, this why I hate books and libraries. I hope Wikipedia or Encarta expand their database soon."
Now, he was getting on her nerves, she felt the urge of punching him and take that smile off his face, but she tried to control herself.
Come on now Silvia, you don't want to get fired.
"Wikipedia is not even a reliable source you cheesebutt." She grumbled as she got on a ladder to grab a couple other books, and, thinking it'd give him a fair lesson, she dropped them on his head.
Suddenly it didn't seem to gratifying anymore; she panicked as she saw him collapse in the floor. Worried she jumped down and hurried to check on him "Hey, hey Zorrak boy, wake up, dear god…don't mess with me…!"
Maybe he wasn't that far off from being porcelain.