My Indelible Ink

Just Perfect..

Chris' POV

I remember my childhood like it was yesterday, because when I reminisce about Sage my memories always seemed bright and colourful.

Sage is my childhood sweet heart. I've known her since I was 9 and I know she has always held a special place in my heart the first time I met her. We just moved houses and my parents wanted to get to know the next door neighbour so she asked me to invite them over for dinner. That is how I first saw her.

She opened the door and I could still remember the fluttering of her long curly hair through the wind, how her complexion complements her red lips and the flickering of her eyelashes lightly touching her almond coloured eyes. I stood there in awe. I felt like time stopped. I could not understand what is happening. Her lips started to move but I don't seem to comprehend what she was saying.

"H...l...l..o"

"C.. I .h..p y..u"

It was like her presence has thrown me into another galaxy. I stood there like an idiot for..I don't know how long. What knocked me out of my senses was the appearance of my nemesis the CAT... Yes I am allergic to cats.

The cat startled me..

I started to tear up... I'm pretty sure its the cats fault. I started sneezing repeatedly in Sages face and made her cry as a result. I thought then, I'm such an idiot.

I sneezed my way home and blamed the cat for my misfortune. I got scolded and punished for making the neighbour cry.

No dinner party happened and I wished we could've met in different circumstances she probably hates me now.

Sages POV

My childhood hasn't been perfect until I met him. I was always been left alone with my Dad being constantly away for work. I was always left with Mr. Pickles, my awesomely hairy cat. and Aunt Helen. My Dad never mentioned what happened to my mum, I never asked, his mood seem to change drastically when I ask so I stopped asking.

My childhood was simple my Dad always prefers that I stay home most times. He said he wanted to protect me and left it at that. He hasn't been a very talkative person. My Aunt said my Dad used to be different. I don't know what happened. I wished I could have known what my Dad used to be before all this.

My life has been constant, everything is scheduled, yes you may call it boring but this is what I got used to and I am perfectly fine with it. That is until I met him.

It was summer, I was enjoying the sound of the wind as it tumbles in between the leaves and the tree trunk when I heard a knock on the front porch.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I haven't opened the door before it has always been Aunt Helen, but she is currently in the shower so maybe it wouldn't hurt if I open the door just this once.

So I got up walked to the front door and opened it...I was faced with this odd looking boy just standing there not saying anything. So I started to ask politely.

"Hello are you okay?"

Still no response...I asked again

"Can I help you"

Still standing there, I don't know what to say to him. I have never spoken to a stranger before. I began to notice that tears started to emerge from his eyes so I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and offered it to him.

Before I realised Mr. Pickles emerged from behind me and scratched my hands away. It seems that he also wanted to protect me and does not like me talking to a stranger.

The scratch made my eye swell of tears, it was my very first wound and it stings. Before I know it the boy in front of me was gone.

He was very strange, he never said a thing all I remember is how peculiar his sneeze sounded as he walked away. It echoed through the neighbourhood and added to the symphony of the wind gust rustling through the leaves and the tree trunks.

My Dad found out what happened and started calling someone over the phone screaming. I wonder who it is...I told him my version of the story and told him it was my fault and to not blame Aunt. Helen. He stayed quiet as he always do. He never scolded me even once, but he chose to get mad at other people instead.

I never saw Mr. Pickles again after that...

The following night I have forgotten the stinging Mr. Pickles left on my hands, but will forever remember the stinging left in my heart.

As I looked outside my bedroom window my heart felt heavier than usual. As tears begin to escape I realised how a strange boy's presence has drastically changed the turn of events. Maybe my life wouldn't be so quiet anymore.