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Chapter 1

"Water never expires but water bottles do. Bodies may be gone but souls won't," Grace always told him.

Little five year-old Christian clutched the water bottle between his fragile hands. It had been over a year since he was found by his new parents, yet he still couldn't find a single word to say. He may never respond but he was always listening. His mind went back to Ella. Ella, his angel. Ella, the first person he ever loved. Ella, the one who was supposed to save him. Ella, the name spelled by the cracks in his heart. Five year old Christian shuddered every time he thought of her. In his memories, she will always be the lifeless body he has been trapped with for days. He hungered before her and she didn't move an inch. Now he felt himself tearing up again. Where's Ella's water now? Did it flow before him?

The little boy in his breakable frame stared at the blue sky up above. Somehow the color blue always fascinated him.

Blue. Like her eyes.

Christian always thought of the little girl who sat right across her. During his first day at kindergarten, no one could ever get to talk to him. Not even his teacher nor his therapist could make him utter the words Carrick and Grace wanted him to know. Christian had a feeling that his classmate wanted to speak to him since day one. He observed her from afar and he instantly knew that she was too bright for him. The brightness in her reminded him of the sun but at the age of five, Christian knew that he hated daytime.

During art sessions, the little girl would spell out his name with clays and would try to draw his face. Christian even thought that it was a potato, but the little girl insisted that it's him. Even the teacher knew that the small girl's head over heels for him. Love, the teacher realized, had higher chances happening in the earlier years. When you grow old, there it becomes rare.

That small girl is Anastasia Steele and she's headed to his direction now.

For the first time in forever, she finally found the courage to speak to him. In fact, Christian almost went into shock because she sat right next to him under the sycamore tree. He set inches of space between the two of them but with a giddy smile, the girl with two ponytails and flat fringe would enclose the space.

He gave space . . . she closed it.

Again . . . she closed it.

Again . . .

Christian gave up. No matter what he did, the girl had a plan in mind. He knew she was going to say something so he just let her. It was never gonna happen anyway; him replying.

She spoke with such a squeaky voice, "Hello Chwistian! I made something for you." She handed him a paper with two stick figures. Christian took it from her, silently thinking that it looked horrible. It was obvious that they were male and female. Why did Ana want to give this to him?

"I like you, Chwistian!"

He raised his brow at her.

"I like you!"

"What?" He thought.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you like me too."

Christian decided to stop looking at her and focus on the drawing instead.

Ana explained with a blush, "That is our wedding photo."

Christian took a long moment to stare at her little face. He couldn't deny that as a five year old, he was fluttered with all those words. No girl ever expressed like that to him. He couldn't even understand how to define liking someone.

He just noticed her Caspian Sea of eyes glimmer when it met daylight.

He noticed her brown hair cascading down her shoulders like waterfalls caught in the sweetest of landslide.

He noticed the way she twisted her fingers, showing that she was nervous with her act of confession.

Seconds turned into minutes and that's when he noticed . . .

Christian glared.

Christian crumpled the paper and threw it right to her face.

Christian walked away.

For he noticed that she looked like her.

She looked like Ella.

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