The next day came in a wave of relief- Sunday. A day when the library would be closed. No Amarinthine, and no interrogations. I was free for a day.

Since I had nowhere else to stay, Ms. Wood was perfectly fine with letting me stay in the library. I could think of nothing better than a day alone with my books, my beanbags, and my internal monologues.

Stepping out of my nest, I pulled on some jeans and a Lord of the Rings T-shirt. Grabbing a small watering can and filling it up, I walked outside so I could water the small flower patches that grew outside. My key thumped against my neck as I walked, the familiar weight giving me a sense of comfort.

Once I had finished watering the pink and white flowers, I walked back inside, the door closing behind me. Almost immediately, I retreated to my room, piling a few blankets and my stuffed fox around me and grabbing a book from my pile of favorites. Sure, I had read it several times, but when had that ever mattered?

Suddenly, I was stopped by the sound of the door opening. The main door. The door that was supposed to be locked. Creeping out of my room, blanket draped over my shoulders, I walked over, a broomstick as my weapon.

Hearing footsteps, I dove behind the check-out counter, freezing up. Daring to peek up, I saw a figure walking around. A figure with black hair and eyes a more pleasing color than the sea itself.

Amarinthine. Amarinthine Freaking Crown had somehow gotten into the library, which was supposed to be closed.

Jumping out from behind the counter, I raised the broom, not sure exactly how I planned to attack. "May I ask why you're here, on Sunday, when the library is closed?"

"I can ask the same of you." He grins. "Nice blanket, by the way."

I feel myself blush, and I quickly shrug off the blanket with a print of Legolas covering the entire thing. "That's... That's none of your business." I said, trying not to sound flustered. "And I asked first."

"Well, I decided to see if it was open-" he started.

"Ignoring the sign, so clearly printed on the door?" I snapped. "Or is that the reason for you being here, so that you might learn how to read it?"

"Well, if the library is closed, then why was it unlocked?"

My mouth goes dry. Of course, today if all days, I had forgotten to lock the door after watering the flowers. Just my luck.

"No explanation?" He smirks. "I suppose you can't tell me why you're here, either?"

"I have a better reason than you do, I can tell you that right now." I hiss.

"Running away?" He guesses. "Something about that 'old family' of yours?"

At his words, I extend the broom, sending him a sharp glare.

He raises his hands in mock fear and backs away. "Okay, so family's a touchy subject. I get it."

I open my mouth to reply, but my words fade. I sigh, the broom dropping to the ground. "Look, Amarinthine, I understand where you're coming from here. Saving someone's life? Not exactly ordinary." I walk closer, looking straight into his eyes. "But please, there's no need for all of this. I'm fine."

"I'm sure you're perfectly fine." Amarinthine replies.

"Really?" His comment catches me off guard. He couldn't be letting me off that easily...

"Yeah, really!" He smiles. "With your whole jumping-off-a-bridge complex, constantly avoiding my questions, and you obviously living in here, I'm sure you're fine!"

I turn around, and sure enough, the storage room door is open, revealing my bed, food, clothes, and books.

I try to protest, but he cuts me off. "Please, Selene. You need help."

"I do not." I say half-heartedly, knowing that I've already lost this argument.

He sighs, a troubled look forming in his eyes. "Just let me help. I promise you, I can help you fix this."

"Look, I'm broken enough as it is, okay?" The words explode out of me before I can stop them. "I'm doing perfectly fine here, thank you! I can handle this on my own!"

"No, you can't." The worried look gets covered by something dark, almost anger. "Selene, if you don't accept this, you're only going to get worse."

Suddenly, his phone buzzes, and he looks at the clock. Five minutes past ten.

"I have to go." He says, clearly annoyed that he didn't get to probe me any more. "This isn't over!"

"Will it ever be?" I mutter to myself, locking the door behind him. Picking up the Legolas blanket and going back to my room, I flop down, my book still laying beside my pillow. I open it, but my mind doesn't seem to process the words. Instead, I'm focused on trying to assure myself that I don't need help, especially not from this question-obsessed madman.

And trying to convince myself that I'm not already too far gone.