The Library of Shadows

by Rachel Moore

Alone carved out a canyon in her chest, deep grooves of a river run dry. She didn’t know how to fill it back up. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to, just for it to empty again.

She is the drama

She’d always thought legacy scholarships were given to people who had actually graduated, but hey, who was she to turn down free tuition and the opportunity to wear as many turtlenecks as her heart desired?

I mean...you gotta do what you gotta do

Este was pretty sure most students were too busy ogling at and fondling each other to pay attention to the artifacts.

Idk, i feel like nerds at an ivy league prep school arent that interested in one another lol

“Holding a séance is an art,” Posy said as she flattened a shag bath mat over the polished hardwood to use as a carpet, “and I am an artiste.”

Fr girl

“When you love someone, it’s like building a library and filling the shelves. It doesn’t matter how many years it’s been since Austen wrote Emma or Fitzgerald wrote This Side of Paradise. We can still pull them from the bookcases and dive back into the words, the same as the day they were written. All the years and memories are still right here, cataloged inside us.”

Este worked her way through the crowd to the espresso bar in the back where she ordered her regular—black with a pump of vanilla syrup—and snagged a seat in the last booth next to Posy’s orange bob.

That sounds disgusting

“Posy’s dating Shepherd, I drank a little too much coffee a little too fast so now I kind of want to throw up, and also Posy thinks she knows who the Heir is.”

Me with coffee too girl

Maybe sepia-toned nostalgia was its own type of haunting. The ache of missing something you could never have again.