He held out his hand to me and I glanced up to look at him through my eyelashes. His black tattoo-like mark was identical to my golden yellow one and I gazed back into his deep blue eyes. I didn’t hesitate as a smile fluttered across my lips as I reached out, clasping his hand and he smiled back. “You’re really mine.”...
I met Jane the first time when I was Six, my parents took me to a park to meet friends of theirs. The playground had two other children, an older boy, around my age and a small girl with golden blonde hair. She was crying as the boy stood laughing holding a doll, my parents stood a distance behind me talking with a...