My Youth Began With Him Novels & Stories

I met him for the first time on the day I turned sixteen. He had been holding flowers and chocolate, had on big glasses, freckles, acne, and pants that were two sizes too big. Now, I met him again at twenty-six. He had a tattoo on the side of his neck, a gold ring pierced into his lower lip, his eyes thin, his thumb hovering above the trigger of the gun he was toying around with as he held my gaze. "Remember me?"

She never sought to step beyond it, nor dared to want more. And he knew. She harboured nothing in her heart for him. While he—he had desired her from the moment their paths first crossed, back when the world was gentler and their hands held no blood. She had been a girl of barely nine summers, still learning to plait her hair, her eyes wide with wonder. And he, a youth in training—learning the art of swordplay under the stern gaze of his father. That was the moment her face engraved itself into his memory, quiet and everlasting.

He sighed, rubbing his palms down his face. He was quiet for a moment, as though recollecting his thoughts. She waited patiently for him to do so and soon he lifted his head up, begining his story. " I was just fifteen years old." He started, letting out a shaking exhale. 'I was free, ate what I wanted and I went where I wanted and did what I wanted." He said, shrugging a shoulder. "It was Lincoln that was kept on a short leash." He chuckled lightly at the memory, sighing heavily afterwards.

I don't know if it's just me, but his voice is like a soothing lullaby when he says my name. I straightened up from leaning on his shoulder and asked, "Yes?" "Do you know that I accidentally discovered this place?" he asked, and I just shrugged. How would I know if he just stumbled upon this place by accident? I'm not him, so I wouldn't know that he only accidentally discovered this place. Besides, I don't know much about his life to know that he only stumbled upon this place by accident. In my peripheral vision, I saw him smile sadly before turning his attention to the view in front of us. "I was just sixteen years old at that time," he said, his voice breaking.

He forwards his hand for me to grab and I silently slip my palm onto his rough large hand. "Its a very long story that starts when I turned eighteen.........."

, he looked up finally, meeting my eyes. "You said you used dream of me. I wanted to know more. When did I come to your dream the first time?", I beamed? "What did I use to do in your dreams? Did we have any moment? Did we use to talk talk... Did we.....", I held my breath, controlling my excitement. "Goddess, I wanna know so many things but I never got a chance to ask you" I was actually curious to know how it all started for him. Finally, he had a genuine smile on his face. He continued with the soup. "It was after my 16th birthday. Maybe, two or three days later", he said, looking into my eyes.

It was clear that he was not the young boy I had no choice but to leave behind half of my life ago, but he was still mine nonetheless. My Jackson. "Well then...Let's start…

Years Ago We were sixteen. A boarding school hidden in the lush hills of the city. He was the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about—sharp-tongued, fearless, too confident for his own good. But I loved him. In the way only teenage hearts can love: recklessly, foolishly, fully. It started with poetry in the margins of textbooks. Then letters under pillows. Then sneaking out of dorm rooms to meet at the abandoned chapel behind the science block. He was my first everything.

His lips smiled and said,"How did you find out about your healing power?" My eyes looked at him, his face still on the path, yet his pace slowed down to match mine. I inhaled some air, and responded, "When I was a teenager," I paused, and looked at the back. The others seemed not to mind us. They were all facing in each ways, some gazing towards the left, some to the right, and others were like they were admiring the bright sunny blue sky. I continued, "I was training with my dad at that time. I felt so many emotions, and into the match, I couldn't help but to take our fight seriously. And in an instant, I accidentally clawed his back,"

Ready to unburden everything and let it all die with him. “I never spoke to him till I was thirteen and I started junior high but I guess he had known me before then. That was the first time we met, he came to my cheer tryouts and supported me. He told me he liked me and wanted to be friends with me. I had always thought of myself mature so I didn't kick against it or find it abnormal. I just accepted it.”