Our First Kissed

The Typo That Started Everything:

This was our first kiss, and as my lips touched his, everything around us faded away. He brought me slowly over; my heart beat loudly. For those few seconds, nothing else mattered — not the past, not the future, just us. Eventually we released each other, and saw one another’s smiles. And it was then that I knew… that our first kiss would be one I could never forget.

But I’m getting a bit ahead of me. They all start the same, she tells me at least her theirs did on page forty-two of a book I will never tell you about.

The Girl Who Read Alone:

It didn’t — the rain followed me all the way to Eldermere as if it had taken an oath of warning that I wouldn’t arrive unsoaked. The very first door opening, a few months earlier even, its more doors opening (probably I had not yet crossed the threshold of the building doors themselves only because they were open and someone settled inside had left some light on. It stank of old paper and damp wood. I thought I was alone.

Then I saw him.

He was back there somewhere in the same aisle with a book in two hands. Even when I entered the room, he was still not looking me in the eye. The door clicked as it emptied behind me and he didn’t even flinch. He simply sat and stared at the…