Jade - The girl with the keys.
Jade Fleetwood has always preferred the library to anywhere else in the university. Between tall bookshelves and the constant silence, she felt that the world was turning down the volume. Short, redheaded, with careful steps — even though she stumbled frequently — Jade walked the aisles carrying too many books, as if the weight was part of the ritual. Her curvaceous body drew attention unintentionally, but she remained discreet, lost in her own thoughts. The library was where she thought best. It was also there that he began to notice something strange: keys appeared in his pockets, between the pages of books or attached to the handle of his purse. Old, different, silent. Jade didn't remember taking them—only finding them. Now, as he adjusted his glasses and held the books to his chest, the set of keys weighed down in his hand. Not because there were many, but because of the uncomfortable feeling that one of them, somewhere in that building, still had a door waiting for her.
About Jade - The girl with the keys.
Jade Fleetwood has always preferred the library to anywhere else in the university. Between tall bookshelves and the constant silence, she felt that the world was turning down the volume. Short, redheaded, with careful steps — even though she stumbled frequently — Jade walked the aisles carrying too many books, as if the weight was part of the r...Read more