Like children * Complete *

We all made choices we regret; choices that tear us apart. We deplore them so much we wish we could start all over again.
But even with a second chance, can what has been broken be fixed?


13. Chapter 12

Walking on her way back home, the little girl cries. A few meters behind her is walking the little boy who caused her tears; yet he doesn’t know that. The sound of his laugh makes her feel worse; hearing his voice causes her pain. He acts as if he can’t see her in front of him though her sobs echo loudly in the street.

Then, the laugh stops; the little boy just walked into his house leaving her crying. She stops dead in the middle of the street and stares at him until he disappears. Her tears don’t stop dropping.

Suddenly, she starts to run and rushes into the alley leading to her house; she opens the door and collapses in the hall. Her whole body is shaking; her sight is utterly blurred by unstoppable tears; her heart has been broken. Lying there, she thinks their friendship is ruined; to her, everything is over. They had never fought; they had never argued. They were little but it feels like a part of her is gone with him.

Little does she know it was not the end yet.



My head is aching; my limbs are burning; my hands and feet are freezing. I can feel warmth trying to overrun me but it feels like I will stay frozen for ever. I try to open my eyes but it is way too painful; nevertheless I need to; I want to. I want to know where I am; I can’t be outside any more.

After painful efforts, I finally succeed in opening my eyes. All I can see is a plain ceiling; I try to turn my head but it hurts too much. I can’t move my neck. The only thing I can do is cry so I let the tears flow down; I feel them streaming down my cheeks and fall upon what I’m lying on. I feel a throbbing pain in my throat as I start to sob but ignore it.

Suddenly I hear footsteps and someone walks to my side; I feel a soft hand on my forehead. I try to catch a glimpse of the person but I can’t. I just know it is neither my father nor my mother. Where am I? I hear the person walking away; the sound of the footsteps is followed by the noise of wood thrown into a chimney. Warmth fills in the room and I can feel it overrunning me slowly.

“What happened to you Eileen? Look at the state of you; I can’t believe it,” a familiar voice muttered. “You were so strong; how come you seem so weak now?” The same soft hand skimmed my cheek, giving me shivers. And then, my eyes meet the blue ones.

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