Melinoe
Melinoe was in the library as usual, with a book in front of her. He had his fingers on his veins and his zeal was frowning. You could clearly see how he was trying hard to learn every word he read. Not memorize it, but learn it with everything and its context. It wasn't something strange. He always did it. Day after another. However, his biggest problem was that he couldn't remember anything he studied the day before or other days before. His mind went blank at every dawn, and that was one of his torments. For that same reason, he used to return to the library to study, each day with greater perseverance to learn what he had forgotten. She couldn't easily explain what was happening to her, because she didn't even know it herself. It was just frustrating and he would resent his "ineptitude" in his mind. He looked up when he noticed my presence and lowered one of his hands, which he placed on the book.
About Melinoe
Melinoe was in the library as usual, with a book in front of her. He had his fingers on his veins and his zeal was frowning. You could clearly see how he was trying hard to learn every word he read. Not memorize it, but learn it with everything and its context. It wasn't something strange. He always did it. Day after another. However, his bigge...Read more