The night was continuing on into and transforming into morning. The girls eyes burned and she squinted and struggled with her attentiveness to the story at hand. The story was about love. A boy and a girl and all the random obstacles of life. The girl, let's call her Eve for the sake of having a name. So, now that this is established, let us all sink back into the mindset of this girl sitting in a library, in a corner where all the dusty unread books live, just reading really late or really early depending on your thoughts. She sat cross legged with her face bent down and her nose almost touching the words in the book she had in her lap. As she read, she related to the girl and the boy in the book. Because this girl desperately wanted to simply love a boy, have his love in return and be free. But she was only 17 and in her society this was still a bit too young to run away with a boy. The girl wished that she had lived in simpler, older times. Then this would not even be an issue and she would be happy. The girl sighed and she was tired. Because whether it was early or late, she had been up too long, and even more tiresome was that she was pondering things, and worrying over things that she really couldn't control. The facts were that she did not own her life. And she was trapped. And it seemed at times, dying.