"Do you have a name?" she asked me.
"Do I need a name?" I asked back.
"Of course you do silly. A name is a word that others use to call you. It helps you be found when you're lost." She told me innocently.
Her words, simple and innocent -not meant to harm, but to express emotions and thoughts- hurt me.
The youth of today is our future tomorrow, so one should never lie to them. So I told her the truth, "But I have no one to call me and I'm always lost, so it's useless to have a name."
"If no one calls you then I will. I'll find you when you're lost. You will have a name and it won't be useless." She said this with hope, her words slowly digging a hole in my heart that will be there, forever etched, her words filled with hope for me and my wild self.
A warmth I've never felt enveloped me. My eyes started to water. "Hey, don't cry. I told you I'll call you right?" She assured me.
I'm afraid. I am scared, I don't want to get hurt. "You won't find me, I get lost every day." I told her honestly
She smiled at me. Despite our height difference she encircled me with a hug. "Don't worry, I'll stay here and call for you. I'll never forget, I promise."
I cried. She held me closer, stroking my hair and repeatedly murmured that everything will be all right. I do not know what a real family feels like, but her presence felt like home.
She's the first person I ever loved and cared for. I know I will get hurt tomorrow, but she's worth more than a hundred stabs in the heart.
"Why don't we have the same name?"
"Same name?"
"Yes. From now on we will both be called Elizabeth. Okay?"
"Okay."
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General Fiction"Love is never an easy thing. It's a journey to one's happiness. An expedition to find peace. You would experience hardships beyond your comprehension. Your patience will be tested to it's limits. You will know pain. A kind of pain that can render y...
