One month passed since
Conar had finished the high school and left all his infantile troubles behind. His most cherished dream was a long-awaited student life, all the colors of which he imagined turning the threaded to the holes pages of « Harry Potter». The guy desired to be a hard-working student with a bunch of thick books. However, most of all he wanted to share this love of studying with a close person since, unfortunately, for his incomplete eighteen years he could not find a girl with whom he could drown without unnecessary reflection in the literary genre. After two months of his previous childish relationship at school he broke up with his girlfriend because of the extreme difference of their interests and strivings. Therefore the book have become the only Conar`s lover and the idea of mature relationships seemed to him as the dusky dream. All the girls he met were so skeptical to his ardent attitude to studying that he was totally desperate giving up all his tries.
An autumn came turning the Conar`s life into his dream. He was standing at the threshold of a fairy-tale life which entailed him a velvet loop of picturesque boundaries of cognition. Every day a young student was conscientiously studying sitting in the temple of science till the late night. However, the most magnificent place for him was the library where he could spend all his spare time. Nevertheless, the magic of books was not the only reason of his concernment. The dean forbade the students to go to the library in the midnight and didn`t explain the reason for such strange prohibition. Therefore Conar extremely wanted to get to know the secret of this place.
One evening he walked alone along the ranks of the Academy trying to focus on the book that had just been read. Suddenly someone broke the silence of his thoughts. Conar turned and saw the girl. She called him, holding something daring in her hands. He walked up to the strange girl looking closely at the tempting thing that continued to shriek. The guy saw the key. The girl melodiously assured him that she knows the answer. Conar followed her. Step by step they approached the place that was the shelter from the outside world and the greatest mystery for the student - the library. The stranger rushed briskly to the door. The lock clicked - the door opened. The clock on the square struck the midnight.
The young man shyly turned to see his companion who disappeared without a trace. Suddenly the steps began to fail one after another. He was desperately trying to cling to the steps that disappeared unceasingly in the cold darkness. However, everything was useless. The boy was alone in the creepy dark tunnel. Suddenly he pushed the switch and realized where he was. It was a maze.
Hundreds of books hovered over the young man. In dim light the boy finally managed to see the soft features of her face and the brightly reddish color of the hair which naturally illuminated each book better than single lamps. Conar just stepped up to meet the stranger and she disappeared again instantly. The boy ran resolutely trying to grasp at least for her echo that hopelessly scattered along the bookshelves. In a few minutes, the boy realized that the girl was shamelessly playing with his confusion, and once again returning to the place where his marathon began, he realized that he had lost his ephemeral roadmap again. Finally, taking all his will in his fist and gathering his thoughts to the heap, Conar decided to look for a way by himself.
Bypassing five huge shelves looking to the colorful roots the boy suddenly noticed some sort of consistency. The first letters of the authors' names were combined into the words. As soon as Conar managed to make the first letters to the heap, redheaded girl appeared again. Sincerely smiling green eyes gazed gently at the young man, and the red currants shamily hid behind her. Conar finaly decided to speak to her. However, the girl dissolved in a cold mist of the labyrinth like a ghost. Ultimately leaving any attempts to come to his senses Conar went further. "The exit is, the exit is, the exit is..." - the guy continually mentally spoke the composed words. In several minutes two more words were collected to the heap. "The exit is between oceans," whispered Conar. He nervously tried to realize the key of this rebus, when the thought pierced his mind. The boy smiled weakly and ran to the rack with the letter "S". As soon as Conar was standing near Steinbeck and Stendhal, the deliberately undulating hairline illuminated his face and fell to his shoulder. She was so close that at last the boy was able to grab her by the hand.
I did not doubt that you could handle it. Margo Steadman "The Light Between Oceans"? I'm not mistaken? - she asked him.
Could you already explain what is happening here? What is your name? Why am I here? – Conar was screaming.
This maze was created by my father ten years ago. Every week when the doors to the library have being closed for the students, I come here to put a new book for him on the rack. A few hours later he also descends here to check the order and pick up this book which he thinks is "put down by some magic powers" – the girl whispered.
But still, why am I here?
Conar, I have noticed you long time ago. I even stared at you through the space between book shelves. I guessed how tempting the secret of our library is for you, so I decided to arrange this midnight adventure for you – the girl said with her melodious voice.
After these words the girl had pressed on the book, which was the lever, and pushed him outside the maze. Conar was too tired to try to change something. He opened the small door and went out to the midnight street. He stopped trying to understand everything that had just happened to him, but rather "who". He almost convinced himself that all this was a solid ghost caused by fatigue. Suddenly ... the last night tram slowly opened its doors in front of him breaking the stream of his continuous thoughts.
At nine o'clock the boy was already sitting in the audience waiting for the first class of literary studies desperately trying to recreate the memories of the midnight memories, when suddenly the smiling dean came in instead of the professor. "Dear students, please note! Here is your professor. She is our graduate student. Mrs. Stonem, come on, do not hesitate. By the way, she is my daughter." Suddenly, the Conar`s heart was frozen, because he saw sincerely smiling green eyes and redhead curls that shamelessly hid behind the girl's back.
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