Strange story in P'Namcha's bookstore

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“Today, no one goes into a bookstore. Everyone reads e-books.” I blurted out directly to my beloved sister. She wakes up at 8 a.m. to open a bookstore. that one day besides me and an orange stray cat that walked by in front of the store. Hardly anyone comes here. Don't mention my sister's bookstore. There were hardly any tourists in the entire province.

“Stop complaining and go get the box from the back of the store.”

I got up angrily. Desperately forced to follow orders before slowly going to lift up the box of books that had just been delivered yesterday from the storage room. It had been more than 5 years since I had lived with just my two older sisters, ever since both of our parents disappeared. I was very young then. I don't know how much she can accept this.

But we never talked about that event. The police officer said Aside from the car parked on the side of the road, there were no other signs of fighting. All assets are complete. The only ones missing were father and mother.

“Put it here.”

I picked up the book box and placed it in front of my sister. She began to unwrap it. Take out a book and count the number. As for me, I went back to chilling on the old sofa. This is our routine on days when I'm not at school. My brother opens a bookstore. As for me, I feel like I'm being imprisoned. Must stay and watch over the shop Learn to handle new books and save book data to the computer.

My older sister told me that one day this shop would be mine. Which made me think hard. Keeping this bookstore alive in this era where people have more options for reading. It was hard enough convincing my sister to stop doing it.

"I'll be going to Chiang Mai for 3 days soon."

“Are you going to go find him? Why don't you take Jay with you?"

“You are here. Watch over the shop for me."

“Are you serious? Run away and leave me alone in the shop."

“I just went to play a game at P'Tharn's house yesterday, didn't I? Stay and watch over the shop. Make yourself useful.”

My sister dragged her bag into the back of an old sedan. She emphasizes the matter of the store. I have to follow the rules. The money we use today comes from the inheritance our parents left us. I don't see how a small bookstore like this can support both of us to survive. I dragged myself back to the chair in front of the counter. If my sister were here

A younger brother like me would never be able to sit here. She said I couldn't be trusted. Likes to take money away without telling me, even though I've never done that before. Looking ahead, I saw a few book boxes in the back of the store. The bookshelves extend all the way to the storage room door. My sister loves it very much. So she always cleans. Brush off the dust that clings to the covers of books that no one has ever picked up and opened.

“Very tired.” I stood up feeling bored. My older sister likes to read fiction. So over eighty percent of them are romance novels that I never thought of picking up. I really don't understand why people get so involved in fantasies like that. Science and book corner

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What I like is almost no different from Cinderella's at this shop. Every once in a while, there will be at least one or two foreign customers who wander in. And they always ask for the same books I like.

I walk around sweating. After arranging the books from the first two boxes onto the shelves The last box was placed in front of the storage room door. Having said that, it's serious. Since the beginning of checking books Import books into the system and arrange them on the shelves in the right places Luckily, my sister counted the numbers and registered them in the system.

My job is to just place it in the right place on the shelf. The books in the last box were no different from the first two boxes, only boring romantic stories. "That's so heavy." I started to feel uncomfortable from the heat blazing into the store. A strange mass of heat from unknown origins caused me to walk back into the kitchen, drinking a cold drink.

Two glasses is the best help right now. The back of my hair is damp with sweat. The fan at the highest speed didn't seem to help much. I hurried. There were only a few more volumes left before I could go back to sleep in the air-conditioned room.

“What the hell?” There was only one book left in the box in front of him. But its cover looked different from the other books. It was also strangely warm. Why was the book so warm? Moreover, its condition looked older than it should have been. I know that the store has a second-hand book section. But the fact that it was in this box was strange. I tried to look around the book.

The warmth from the book continued to radiate out. I felt like I was holding bread that had just recently come out of the oven. Its cover has no title. There isn't even an illustration. It was an old white-covered book with yellowing eye-care paper. I thought it would be a failed book.

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“What the fuck?” Each page was blank. There isn't a single letter. I'm a little upset. At least it must have some content. This is almost a notebook. I opened each page until it was almost all gone. If it's a general book This thickness is probably three to four hundred pages. Beads of sweat appeared all over his face.

The temperature around you rises. This crazy hot weather makes me feel hotter than before. “What is that smell?” Something floated up to his nose. It is like smelling like roses. I used to smell this when I was a child, when my parents gardened roses to send to flower shops and the morning market. But when mom and dad disappeared

The rose bed behind the house was abandoned. “Where is the smell coming from?” I mumbled, trying to find its source. Until the brain begins to process and feel the smell more clearly. It floated from the other side of the second-hand book section. I followed the scent. He still held that book tightly in his hand. At this time, my body was covered with sweat.

I felt so hot that I almost wanted to take off my shirt and let him know. But curiosity led me to a story that was difficult to explain.

“Shit!!! Who the hell is this?” I yelled as loud as I could while trying to look for whatever was nearby. At least it gives me more peace of mind. The scent of roses must have come from him lying unconscious on the floor. The thin body of a young boy and his breathing heavily. He wasn't wearing any clothes. "What should I do?" I automatically turned to look at the glass door.

Why didn't I feel his presence? At least the bell hanging there must ring as a warning.

“You…” I tried to wake up the person in front of me. before realizing that he looked too weak to push himself off the ground. The smooth white skin on some bodies bothered my eyes quite a bit. Before instinct begins to work and told me to help the unconscious person in front of me “Are you…are you okay?” I tried calling him again but it didn't work. The temperature on the skin was as hot as if someone had caught a fever. But the scent was clear.

“Water… Thirsty…”

“Are you thirsty?”

I decided to carry the person in front of me to the bedroom.

“Where is the air conditioner remote? Are you okay?”

I sat down next to a thin figure with a pale face. Starting to return to normal His cheeks began to turn pink. His pale white flesh began to look soft. Like a withered rose that received immediate nourishment.

"thank you"

“Huh? ... Thank you for what?”

“Sweat, sir…”

“Huh? ...Wait a moment.”

“Water… thirsty.”

I jumped up to do as the person in front of me asked. He completely forgot that he needed water when he passed out on the floor.

"Drink slowly or you'll choke."

I looked at an unfamiliar face, even though I should have kept my distance. But I felt something building up. Can't tell exactly what the feeling that happened was.

“Who are you? When did you come into my shop? And why…”

“Why am I naked like this?”

“Uh…well…I mean.”

“I came out of a book.”

“Ha!”

I was so confused that I couldn't put my words together. What is this? What is he playing with me?

“I'm yours now. You woke me up.”

“Wait, what is mine? What are you talking about?”

“Your sweat…”

Even though inside I'm so confused that I can't quite put my finger on the end. But the hot feeling I felt every time I looked at his face made me feel like I couldn't look away.

“Your sweat dripped onto the pages of that book. Call me out.”

“If you don't stop teasing like this. I will take you out of the store.”

“Do you really think you can do that?”

“You feel a rush of heat. And then…it smells good. From me, right?” He sat up. The closer it is like this The more I felt a certain attraction.

“Uh…that is…”

“I am a character in that book. It is a character who has died in the story. But I was reborn again by you.”

“Wait, I'm completely confused. Are you saying you really came out of a book?”

“What will I lie to you about?”

He tried to explain the most unbelievable reasoning I had ever heard. But I couldn't do anything except sit and listen. He told me he was a character in a book. And my sweat…dropped onto one of the pages in that book. Connect the connection between himself and me.

“And smell the roses…uh…from you.”

“I am a rose.”

I wanted to die from the things I heard. How can I believe this? It's already 2023. This story comes from a book. It's clearly a novel plot.

“Your wish gave me a human body.”

“Well, I shouldn't waste my time listening to your nonsense. I'll call the police. Let me take you away.”

“You can't do that.”

“What do you say?”

“You can't take me out of here. I will live only where I am called.”

“So what should I do? So you go back in…uh. I mean, back into the book…uh. Is this the book?”

“I live on the sweat and warmth you give me.”

“I really mean it.”

“Now, I need 5 minutes to compose myself.”

I handed the shirt and pants to the person in front of me. I don't know how to react to this. Everything he told me was too strange for me to believe. But the scent from him was so clear that it was hard to deny. Both the warmth and the strange feeling of connection prevented me from doing what I should have done.

“I can believe it…uh…what is your name?”

“I don't have a name. When I was in that book I am just a rose.”

“Okay, so…is there anything else I need to know about you?”

“…I can stay no more than 3 days.”

“Ha!”

“After that, the hair will start to wither and eventually die.”

“Wait, are you telling the truth?”

If he really was a rose, what he said would be more believable. But this is clearly a person.

“Unless… I can lift the curse on myself before midnight in the next three days.”

“Remove the curse?”

“Yes, when I was in that book. The main character of the story said it. I heard that.”

“So…how? What must I do to lift the curse?”

“I don't know, the picture suddenly cut and appeared here. in human form"

I downed the water bottle into my mouth. What day is it? Why did I encounter such strange things in my sister's bookstore? It was so strange that I couldn't believe it myself.

“Let's take it like this.”

I don't know what made me decide to do that. But if the story he tells is true It's probably the only way right now that I can keep the person in front of me alive without drying up and dying. The only way to make him feel both my sweat and my warmth at the same time. I scooped up the chin of the person in front of me and kissed him.

Some pairs of lips are sweeter than anyone who has ever walked into my life. The scent of roses spread throughout the room, becoming stronger as my body became moist with sweat. The shirt I had just handed him to wear was taken off. Revealing smooth white skin all over the body. It arouses me with hunger and desire to nibble on every part of my body.

Drops of sweat from his hair made him moan incoherently. And the song that sent warmth from my body to his continued until we were both completely happy.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for what?”

“What happened just now? You made me feel so full, I felt like I was a rose that was just starting to bloom.”

“You were in full bloom just now, so hot.”

“Thank you, but I don't know if I can last more than three days.”

“If I did this to you every day. Will it prolong your stay?”

“I don't know. But I feel like I've been reborn.”

“Even though I was only recently reborn.”

“Yes, I feel like I was born again.”

“I can make you feel like you have been reborn many times over.”

“Thank you.”

I don't know if it will really help him stay with me forever. I have this person's presence. It made me feel some responsibility as I was chosen by someone. I won't let him dry up like a rose falling from a tree. No matter what method is required. This person is mine.

I raised him from the world of books and the death of roses. and awakened him to human form. And I must keep him alive because roses need to be well cared for by their owners. Just like Mom and Dad tended the rose garden before they disappeared. Or like my sister who runs this strange bookstore to the best of her ability. Without caring about what will happen or how things will change.

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