A young woman lived in a small town. She often spent her time visiting the library. She loved the library. She loved the smell of old paper, the rustling of the pages and the endless selection of stories that lay dormant on the shelves.
One rainy day, she came across a book she had never seen before. It was an old, leather-bound volume. She opened the book and was immediately fascinated. She read the story of a brave man who embarked on a dangerous journey to save his love. She read it day and night, forgetting everything around her. She fell in love with the man, his bravery, his kindness, his humor and his unwavering faith in love.
The more she read, the more the line between reality and fiction blurred. She began to imagine what it would be like to be with the man. She saw him before her eyes, his radiant smile, his sparkling eyes. She knew it was a fantasy, but she couldn’t help herself. She was in love and she wanted nothing more than to be with him. She closed the book and placed it on the table. She stepped out of the library into the night. The moon was bright and the stars twinkled in the sky. She looked under a tree and saw the man waiting for her. When a cloud covered the moon, the man suddenly disappeared. She ran home, feeling that she had lost the love of her life.
