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I said, she looked at me and just nodded. She's literally silent. When I was nine years old when this weird thing came, it started in a simple girl asking me to play but crying when I'm about to go and wake up once again. When I was fourteen the girl in my dream trying to show me in her parents but they never saw me. When I was Sixteen she dance with me in the Library but same old thing she's crying when I'm about to go. I think we we're on the last Chapter of her story, 'cause this marriage thing appears on my head and I think this is the last moment where she saw Kin.

“Go ahead. But you still have to answer my question; there’s no running away.” “Mm-hmm,” She mumbled in response. She flipped her hair gently and then began to explain, “When I was nine years old, my mom was shot by an armed robber. She had gone to get money at the bank so she could take me to a park that I had bugging her about at the time.”

Everything was too crazy for me to understand. I recalled my past, one of the childhood memories that I still remember. I was 14 years old, running among the brown-leafed trees. It was fall. I was so carefree. I had nothing to worry about. Those were good times when my family was complete and happy. Now, I was alone in an unfamiliar place. I am not a free woman. I had no relatives to protect me. Who knows what bad things will happen next? I wish I could just die first.

I fell on the floor holding my right leg in pain, hot tears rolled down my cheek while I hope for this torment to be over but it seemed like it wasn't ending anytime soon. It was my ninth birthday, and dad had promised to give me the best birthday present that morning. I remembered how I anticipated greatly, looking forward to dad's gift, I didn't even have friends to celebrate with, the only friend I had was Jack but he went for holiday in his uncle's house, so It was me and my sister only. My mum and sister came to my room that morning with a cake, they sang a birthday song for me and hugged me tightly. I made a wish in my mind and blew off the fire on the candle. "What did you wish for

I probed again while she was eating. This time she swallowed before opening her mouth to speak. “I don’t know.” Her voice was so tiny and weak. It made her appear even younger. “How old are you?” I asked curiously. “Nine.” She squeaked. My eyes went wide. I’ve never met someone who shifted so young. “When was the last time you saw your parents?” Her eyes began to mist as she tried her best to hold back her tears. “I’m not sure… maybe two weeks ago…”

Trevor I was nine years old when it all began. I remember sitting on that old, worn-out sofa, crying hard. Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my mother's picture tightly, the only thing I had left of her. I held it close, hoping it could somehow protect me from the loud, angry voices coming from the next room. The noise from the other room was intense. Alpha Roman was shouting angrily. "That child is a mistake, Dad! I can't take him with us to raise beside my son. Don't you understand that?"

I exclaimed in surprise. "Mrs. Russo," Little Nine said, but his expression quickly changed, and he apologized, "I am sorry, Ms. Leah." I waved at him and said, "No, it's okay. Why don't you come in?" I opened the door and let him in, passing him a glass of water. "How are you doing? What about Little Red?" I asked. Little Nine collected the water and said, "He is fine. He was sent to the mining ground by the master last year and is expected to be back maybe in the next hundred years."

“Talk to me, Christian.” I gentled my voice as much as I could. “What do you want me to talk about?” “Just let me hear your voice. Distract me. Tell me anything.” I wracked my brain for something to say, almost coming up with nothing before a fond memory from my childhood made me smile. “When I was nine and Mia was seven, we spent a summer in one of our holiday houses by a lake. It was a really lonely summer because the house was in the middle of nowhere, and you had to drive a long way before you saw the neighbors–but they were so far away, I don’t think I can even call them that." I paused and chuckled. Hazel’s head still faced downwards. She made a motion w

Surprise glinted in Jess' dark blue eyes, not even sure how to react as she only stared at me, visibly affected. "He helped me shift," She quietly said after a moment, looking between my eyes as if she was telling me a secret. "I was a kind of a wild child, I always used to run away in the forest to play by myself because I enjoyed the solitude," She lightly smiled to herself, recalling those memories with fondness as she lowered her gaze for a moment. "I liked playing alone, being by myself," "I was only nine when it happened," She said as she met eyes again. "I'd ran off to play in the clearing by myself when I noticed that I'd started to feel kinda weird," She mildly frowned.

Yes, I lost an argument with a nine year old. I have talked a nineteen year old, promise ring virgin into nameless sex in an airport stall. Aya was an unassailable wall of resolve that dashed all of my ploys into so many useless words. I found myself entering the real 'No Man's Land' twice in less than a week. Not only was I hard-headed, I was also obviously soft-hearted.