Chapter 203. Burning History

Organizing books has always been one of my favorite things to do in the bookstore ever since I started working with my grandparents. This is where I feel most comfortable, pretending life doesn’t exist outside of these walls.

This store has been in my family for decades–generations. My grandfather passed his passion for books, and his love for this store, onto me. And as soon as I was old enough to work, I started helping him. Just a few stories above the bookstore, my grandparents have a shabby little railroad style apartment that they’ve lived in for over forty years. My mom was raised there, and when she passed away, I moved in with my grandparents, learning the tricks of my grandfather’s trade. 

I’m a very lonely person, but I don’t say that in a negative way. I have my grandparents, but other than that, books have always been my only friends. I’ve never made real friends in school or college, so I spend most of my time with fictional characters instead.<