"It happened when I was fifteen years old," Dera began, her voice dipping into that rich nostalgic tone that only came when someone recalled a moment etched deeply into the crevices of their heart. "A teenage, dreamy girl who had fallen head over heels in love with a man that was way advanced in age than she was, and who happened to be her next-door neighbor."
A wistful smile spread across her face as her gaze drifted into the past, to that point in time eight years ago when her world had been so much simpler, yet so wildly complicated in ways only a young heart in love could understand. Her fingers brushed over the hem of her blouse as if she were touching the fabric of her memories.
