Thurday 22nd June----

I knew something had to happen eventually to pop the little bubble we had encased ourselves in, for those precious 24 hrs me and Karle were just me and Karle. He didn't care what I did, said or the fact that I morphed my face to look as hideous as possible when he said something stupid. He didn't judge me. I was perfect in his eyes. But it didn't last. He took one look at it and I knew then the love faded completely....

The Library's Archives-----

I was getting used to having Karle as my boyfriend now, I rather liked the sweet little things he would do. One day it would be roses, the next a love letter and today; a photograph.

He arrived at mine at 10 am this morning with a blue velvet man bag slung very unstylishly over his left shoulder, annoucing quite clearly we weren't going to SubWay as usual and that he had 'something even better planned', telling me to get ready quick. I rushed frantically upstairs, it was ten in the morning and he expected me to be up. I had grown lazy of making an effort for him, afterall he had seen me at my worst anyways. I was in my sweat pants, no makeup and my hair tied chaotically in a messy bun to hide its greasiness.
And little changed as I headed back down stairs as the new transformed "ready to go me", this consisted of brushed teeth and my mauve hoodie that I'm always wearing. Apart from that every thing else looked the same.

"You look beautiful." He marveled as I expressed my rather un ladylike manner, stomping my way down the stair case. I acknowledged that he didn't look too bad himself as he escorted me into the black cab he had called.
"Hadle's College please mate!" Karle beamed out smirking like he always does.
"School?" I blurted. "How is that something special?" I lean forward, as if waiting for an answer, staring into his crystal blue eyes. All I got however is a cheeky grin from him as he turned back to gazing out of the black rimmed window.

"This better be worth it." I remarked.

After what seemed like forever we arrived at the school. The anxiety of what was ahead was eating me up at this point, what has he gone and done this time I thought to myself as I waited paitently by the main office? Karle had left me here after he announced he needed to get something from one of the side rooms. This was exactly what I needed, more minutes to dread about the thing he was about to do.
He hasn't got the school involved has he? What if it goes wrong? What if I don't react the way I should? My palms started to sweat slightly, panicking me even more as I desperately dried them on my navy sweat pants.

After a few moments he came rushing back with a rustic looking camera in hand.
"Do you know where we are?" His voice ascending to a hopeful tone as he examined my reaction.
"Umm..." He can't be after a straight answer I thought to myself, I never have been very good at riddles, maybe it's a trick question. The pause had grown too long so I said the first thing that came to mind.
"We are in the main office!" I said with a rather triumphant tone to my voice. But Karle's head drooped so I knew I had got it wrong.
"Well yeah sure I mean you could say that... You could also say this was the first place we met."

He pulled me over to a line of chairs and sat me in the exact one I was in on the day, I knew because it still had its extremely irritational creak to it. He then walked five paces down the hall and pulled up his vintage camera, he took several pictures saying things like, 'I wish you would stay as beautiful as you are now forever' and  'I want to always remember the day I met you and how perfect you were'.

I was a little flustered by his expression of love and honestly I felt like it was a little too cheesy. I didn't say this to him though as he took me down into the library's archives to get the photos developed.

The walls were damp down here and the ceiling looked bowed, the room was smothered head to toe in books. Ranging from horror to health to money and finance. The photos were given to a Miss Marget Huim, oddly enough I had never seen her around school before, but she was just as spitful as the others.
She took our photos and went into the back room just as Karle started to explore the area by flicking through old picture books. This little section was pilled with ancient photographs, faded and marked. I stood there examining the lady through the crack in the door of the room behind and she seemed very different to me. She interacted with Karle when no one else in my world did. I thought maybe there was a glitch with her but it soon all passed over my head when I heard Karle's gasp.

"It's Stacy!" He cried. "Stacy! Stacy!"
"What's so bad about that?" I rushed over to him, my heart sank as I glared down and saw myself in my 1925's yearbook photo. I covered the picture with my hand trying to obscure the faces beneath.
He shoved my hand to the side and pointed at the printed date. "What's going on?" He bellowed.
I tried to snatch the book away but it was too late. He had seen it.
"Summer? Summer? Wh- wh- Why are you here too?" He turned the book around pointing it in my face, my mauve hoodie I wore that day standing out like a sore thumb in the photo. He waited there speechless before stepping away from me as I didn't try and deny anything.

"Oh my god... Who are you." His voice echoed thoughout the walls, until it finally faded revealing me left standing all alone in the library with no one. Like I was before....

I didn't want him to find out this way, but at least now he knows. I don't know how but I've gotta stop him from abandoning me. I've got to tell him the complete truth, he has to believe me now. Afterall, photos never lie....