The first time Mel saw Dean was in an elective class called Madness in Literature. He had been sitting a few rows down in his green parka, writing furiously into his notebook. Something about him made her stop and stare, and it felt like she hasn't looked away since. But there is a reason why Dean seldom comes to class. And why he seems reluctant to be her friend. And why he disappears for ages with answering her messages. Mel would have been bothered by all of it, except that she doesn't care. When it comes to Dean, she was willing to overlook a lot of things. This is a short story about two young people trying to find themselves and instead stumbling upon love.

Demian The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth by Hermann Hesse I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult? (All rights reserved to the original owners, simply posted for those who have difficulty finding the book in English to read online)