Captivated & Captive

Captivated & Captive
Sometimes, words of very different meaning go great together, but in this case, they don't belong together at all. They can't coexist within one person without destroying them. This is my side of our story, the complete and honest truth of how I was both captivated and captive.

It's almost ironic that our story began in a bookstore. There is no other building that is so full of beginnings to stories. All one has to do is take a book from a shelf, open it, and a story has begun. Unfortunately for me, our story was not one I could put down once I decided I no longer wanted to be a part of it. I was in-between my junior and senior years in college, working a summer job as most college students do to lessen the financial blow of tuition. I was dazed, lost in my thoughts as I straightened a shelf of young adult books. I began to read the synopsis of the newest release when I heard your smooth voice, "Excuse me, miss, but could you help me for a moment?" I shut the book, slightly startled since I didn't hear you approach. Hiding the fact I was slacking, I put the book back in its place, plastered a smile, and answered, "Of course."