Its kinda self explanatory but just think about it.
Ya know how theres this timeless thing about grocery stores after 10 or 11 pm? Well imagine that in book store form.
The radios quietly on in the backround, playing some song that no body remembers but still sounds familiar.
Theres only a couple other people there, tucked in the corners, reading books that will give them one hell of a hang over but thankfully no headache.
The cashier is asleep. Or mabey just day dreaming.
The books are all half off. Or half on. Or just free if you leave another in its place. The more worn in the better. That means its been loved.
Someone sits by the window, their eyes glazed, staring out at the vacant street before them but not really seeing it. Theres tears in their eyes. We all know what they’re thinking about. We all have those characters too. We’ve all sat there too.
Just think about it. Midnight book stores. Only the dreamers who cant sleep go there.
“he is a part of me, always will be, and i am a part of him, too. i don’t belong to abnegation, or dauntless, or even the divergent. i don’t belong to the bureau or the experiment or the fringe. i belong to the people i love, and they belong to me - they, and the love and loyalty i give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could. i love my brother. i love him, and he is quaking with terror at the thought of death. i love him and all i can think, all i can hear in my mind, are the words i said to him a few days ago: i would never deliver you to your own execution.”