The door creaked as I pushed it open. A bell above the entrance let out a tired clang. The air inside was heavy with the scent of old books and stale air.
The End.
I shook my head, feeling a sense of freedom. "I...I don't know." inside no. 9
I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against my ear. "Tell me, and I'll make it disappear. For a price." The door creaked as I pushed it open
I thought of my childhood, of laughter and love. Of moments that still lingered, refusing to fade. I thought of the pain and the sorrow, the memories that kept me up at night. and he smiled. "You are...?"
I turned to Mr. Finch, and he smiled. "You are...?"