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Being around her made me feel like I'd gotten younger. Whenever I said this, Abigail would look at me with utter seriousness and say, "Garrett, you're only 27 years old, just two years older than me. You are young!" She was right. I was only 27 years old, yet somehow I felt twice that age. … I thought Lucy and I would never cross paths again for the rest of my life. But one evening, as I was coming back from a walk with Abigail after dinner, I saw her standing at the entrance of the guesthouse where I was staying.

You like it, don't deny it. I flirt and Abigail coughs, shifting in her seat. "Aaaanyway. I realised I know barely a thing about you, yet it feels like I know you for ages." "What do you want to know?" "Like, your age and birthday. Do you have any hobbies, what do you like to do in your free time?" "You" I answer in my head. A smirk forms on my lips and it doesn't go unnoticed. "What are you so happy about?" "Oh, never mind. I'm 29 and I was born on November, 1st."

I asked, and Abigail replied, "200+ in age." "What?! And she's not yet married? Wait, isn't that her mother that just gave birth recently?" I asked Abigail with a look of shock, and Abigail rather smiled at me and spoke, "Age is just a number here, and it doesn't count on us dragons. Just the more experience we get, and that's all." "Hmm..." I was angry, and I couldn't say anything to that. "You should avoid her," Abigail told me, and I knew without being told I should definitely avoid her as Lily looked like a backstabber and a conniving person.

The slightly chubby woman paused for a moment, does this little girl understand it too? "Lead with the nine of spades." The slightly chubby woman, upon hearing her say this, instinctively clicked on the number 9 with her mouse. "Six of hearts." "Square 3." "Black five." Under Abigail's instructions, it didn't take long for the slightly overweight woman to turn the tables. "Wow, you are so amazing! How old are you?" The slightly chubby woman patted Abigail's shoulder and said, "Can you help me win two more rounds? I'll give you ten dollars to buy candy!"

Her voice was steady, but her heart was lost. *** Abigail danced her way to the pool cabana, feeling excited. Holding an apple in one hand and a book in the other, she was determined to make the most of her free time while her sister, Iris, was away. The incredible tunes from her headset fueled her energy, pushing her to explore a different kind of adventure. She was stuck at home, thanks to the silent war at school. Abigail was tired of virtual assignments and the monotony of video games; it was time to break free, even if just for a little while.

Gian challenged. "Hmmm... maybe thirty, approaching forty?" Abigail answered lightly. "Come on! I'm only about twenty-eight!" Gian exclaimed, indignant. "Then do you want to be called an old man?" Abigail shot back. "Of course not! An old man is someone with wrinkled skin, a big belly, and a bald head..." "Especially when my aunt is only twenty-five. She doesn't deserve to be called an older woman because she's younger than you," Abigail debated, making Gian chuckle.

8 YEARS LATER "Happy Birthday Abigail!" Caleb's eyes looked at Abigail who has now turned into an eighteen-year-old beautiful young woman. As he glanced at her top to bottom, he couldn't help but hug her the next moment. Suddenly, hugged by Caleb, Abigail's face turned redder as her arms wrapped around his back, hugging him back. "Thank you, Caleb!" She happily smiled, feeling great joy in her heart. After a quick hug, he released her from his arms and glanced at her face with a smile while her amber eyes also constantly looked at him with softness.

Because she knows Flavia won't dare to express her feelings, she will try to help her. "Hey, Uncle." Point Abigail to Nathan, Gladwin and Freddie. "May I ask you something?" She asked, to which the three answered with nods. "But please answer honestly." Abigail continued again, to which the three gave a nod. "Okay, here's the question. So, I'm currently eighteen years old and going on nineteen. Do you think that's an adult or a child?" Abigail looked at Freddie first. "Obviously, still young. Not yet an adult." Freddie answered honestly.

Ivan said while laughing and mom smiled at him. "I am not a baby," Abigail argued. "Ooh. My bad then but I guess you are since you are pouting like a two year old child," he said with a grin. "No I am not," "Yes, you are," "No. I am not," Abigail said. "See, you are even arguing with a four year old kid," he said while laughing loudly. We were all looking at them with smiles on our faces. Abigail reached for Ivan's food and pushed away so that he couldn't reach for it.

" Darryl said angrily. "Well, I have to say, I think she's pretty. Yes, she is pretty and young." Said Donald. "I think you meant to say pretty and a child. I can't be married to her for crying out loud. I'm 27 years now, how many years intervals is there between us? This is just bullshit! I'll just wait for the old man to die and dump her somewhere, so I can finally get married to my Abigail." Darryl complained bitterly.