‘Tell me what you feel’, he compels her for the umpteenth time as she Sits there shaking her head.

‘ I feel like I am in the middle of a beautiful Book, which has the last 20 pages missing. I have no clue what the book holds for me, but I can just not put it down either! Hopelessly in love with the book for all that is in there. Who cares how it ends.’

Just like every other time, she laughs, pats his head and walks away, as he sits there yet again, with a confused look on his face.

You are the book Goddamnit. You are the book.