One step, two step, three step. I stomped my feet into the black streets as I made my way to the library. Not with any intent really, I knew there was probably some reason, because each time I sat in the chair in the right corner by the romance novels, I felt a buttery feeling in my chest. It wasn’t like butterflies, more like something slipping down my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it made me happy or not, and I didn’t know what it was. My mind was blank and there was really no purpose for me to sit in at an empty table, in a lonely corner. Sometimes I would Remember small glimpses of someone sitting across me, but they are just a shadow in my mind. Now it’s just an empty space across the table. Nothing I do matters, because that shadow doesn’t exist. At least not anymore anyways