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Moriah sighed and opened her eyes. "You come clear in the memory but what is going on is hazy. I don't understand why though." She flipped through the book again until she came across something of interst to her and she began to read. It was clear that she was lost in the book and she read. Her eyebrows lay unmoving on her head but her eyes were full of interst and focus.

"There was a time when I had met someone like you. I don't remember all that well, but I have." He grabs a random book from the shelve from behind him, opening it and starts to read, a book on the legendary 'Jack the Ripper' He chuckles to himself, always able to pick out a book that would easily peek his interest. Books for him are easy to find since he will read almost anything. Like in really old book stores he likes to go the very back because to him that's where all the best and oldest books are. Some days he will spend hours in the back of a book shop, reading and reading. Sometimes on history (on whatever he can find) and himself, and some other things. He loves it. He always has, ever since the beginning of time.

Moriah was still deep into the book, almost finished with it when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She jumped slightly when it went off and groaned quietly and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Hello?" She whispered, not bothering to see who was calling.
"Moriah! It is so great to hear from you after such a long time!" The voice of Moriah's crack head mother came loudly through the earpiece of the phone, making Moriah move her phone away from her ear slightly.

Anger flashed like bright spraks of a fire starting in her eyes as she tighten her grip on the phone. "Angie, I choose to not want to talk to you until you are fixed. Don't ever call me again." She spoke in a quiet, venmous voice. It straked like a snake and killed the soul, not the body. She snapped the phone shut, causing a crack in the screen as she put it back in her pocket. She stood up and put the book back down near Chris, her auburn bangs covering her eyes.

Chris slowly stands and looks at the other "Are you okay?" The teen asks softly, his voice laced with concern. He walks around the table over to her and gently lays his hand on her shoulder. His eyes show sympathy, as if he already knows what happened, he doesn't

Moriah shook her head and shrugged Chris's hand off her shoulder. "I'll be fine. I have to go." She said, her bangs not once showing her amber eyes and the sparks of emotion. She turned and began to head for the door, grabbing her bag off the chair.

Chris slowly follows her, feeling slightly awkward as he does so. "If I am intruding, I am sorry. I tend to worry about people more than I should. It's one of my weaknesses." He lets the corner of his mouth quirk up in a small smile as he steps along next to her.

Moriah looked up at Chris, her eyes clear to see along with the emotions the shined them and the tears at the corners of her eyes. "You don't need to worry about me. Few people do and it should stay that way." Her voice was flat, almost lifeless compared to her eyes. It was true for Fire Nekos that the eyes are a window into the soul.

"I can easily tell you are upset, you can show it around me. I wont tell. I have years and years of secrets buried deep inside me. Some my own and some others." Chris says, his mouth a simple straight line, but his eyes showing compassion and helpfulness. "I am there for people no matter what. Even if they ask me not to be there."

Moriah shook her head. "I keep my secerts hidden." She said simply opening the door of the library, letting a gust of cool air come in as she walked out. No one really knew Moriah. She was a secert, everything about her was a mystery that everyone tried to fill with rumors and lies. "Life is cruel/ And twists the heart in more ways than one/ But everyone has to learn to move on and forget." She though the lyrics of a poem that was in progress as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket and kept her head low.

"A day never goes by that I don't think of someone I didn't help." Chris says quietly, walking up to her once again. "I mean. I know you don't want help, but I am here."

Moriah stopped walking and looked Chris straight in the eye. "My problems are none of your concern, sir. I'm sorry if it bothers you that I refuse help but it is who I am, I don't let others worry about my problems in life."

Chris puts his hands up in defense "Fine, fine. Never mind then." Chris says softly. "I won't say anything else. Sorry"

Moriah nodded and began to walk home again. She didn't speak, she knew her voice would break now if she did. She hated how weak her mother could make her; how painful she twisted Moriah's young heart.

Avi's dull grey eyes stare out the window of the library, watching two teenagers walk away. The young girl gives a little smile to the annoyed librarian and runs over to where Moriah and Chris were, picking up The Boy As Old As Time: Myth or Fact? *Ahh! What interesting creatures! I want to know more!* she thinks to herself, going through the pages.