A Story Worth Telling Twice

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

She was there in the library hunting for books. More like she was interested in borrowing most of stories. There's a weird attitude with this girl too. She falls in love with fictional characters rather than the real male people she could see. For her the library is heaven, at the same time a pass out, or more of a hang out. No one should be there, she would suppose. The ladies are with their butlers and she could stay wherever she want to, specially when she is not being watched. Being watched by Vedeliant or a friend, that is. She was wearing her equestrian attire that was in melancholic red color. The woman loved Red so much that it was quite noticeable to others that she was made of the color. Exceptions for her fair skin, and that look. Her crimson red eyes were definitely hard to read from the beggining, for her mind would simply change when someone would definitely notice what personality or what thoughts she has in mind.

Back at the library, she would hum in silence, knowing through herself that she was alone and just one in the place. The melancholic melodies that she would sing would make her at ease, but the brunette did not want her to be exposed that too much. She rather becomes a hermit of a dorm, or a hermit of a certain place, doing mafia affiliates and affairs. What a busy woman. And yes, she does not want to be called a woman for reasons, that her past would definitely tell for her. It was a wound that can never be erased in the certain matter. One that she cannot ever forget. If written as a novel, it would be full of drama. And for sure, she would terribly burn a book that has a similarity with her certain and past life. She continues to hum on the tune while she would browse on the books, standing on two chairs since she was too lazy to get an elevating ladder. Balancing her feet while she would look like a woman who is in a ballet session,she reaches out for the book she desires.

"Aha, got it!~", she smiles as she would drop off to the tall chairs and jumped with no delay. Before the chair would fall, she caught it that instant, not wanting to cause any mess in the silent hall. The books she have were all thick and wide, with varieties of colors. One could tell that she was a book worm instead of an annoying torso flinging around the school like a jerk. A jerk? She would kick someone who would call her that. She was also not one of the acrobatic parts that others would think. It was simple, she learns everyday in the mafia affairs and talks. It is an encounter or an obstacle that she faces though, thinking of it as normal in her life. While staring at the pictures like a sprinkle, she could not help but utter a squeal.

"Nyaaa! I really love them, I really love them!!~", she says while hugging the books in the matter, since she was thinking that she was alone all the time. Her happiness cannot be helped at all, and her look was like she was red, red of seeing the characters of the book. What a kid. She skips continuing to hum up while she would go near the place where people are suppose to read. She blanked herself when she noticed a woman. Her mouth shut as she covered it, since it was quite embarrassing to know that someone was there. But the person was asleep. Whew, lucky. She was not heard. If she was, she would terribly run in to the room and hide herself in midair. It would be one thing that she would not forget at all. Strong nervousness she has as she placed the books on the table, while she stares at this certain lady who was sleeping.

Out of curiosity, Nello wanted to poke her. But seeing her is already enough since she was lacking off to the embarrassment she might receive. No one had heard her voice in singing yet, and her addiction to male fictional characters was one of her deepest secrets. She would look at the girl as she shuffles her head to the picture in her hand. Oh, a family. A mother, a father, and wait, is the little girl her? Nello's blankness faded, seeing the happy picture. She did not become happy with her family at all from the start, but that is the past. She would touch the girl's hair and brushed it without delay.She smiles back while she would recall how the people think of her as adorable, but now, she is not.

"Miss, it's not necessary for you to sleep here...", she says with the warm smile as she wanted to see what the lady would react with her. She does not show her soft side eventually, but to people she thinks who needs caring and love, she does.