Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020 | Page 104

Fiction – Group 5
in the planet. Her arm looked a little clearer, and the scratches lightened a little. It wasn’t
much but -
It means the world to me.
A voice spoke softly into my head.
Nodding my head and blinking away the stubborn tears that had come from nowhere,
I stood taller, and cleared my throat. There was a sense of approval and relief emanating from
the hand holding me, and gripping it tighter, I finally felt at peace with myself - a peace that
I haven’t felt since I was twelve.
Twenty-one, was when I held the hand of the ocean again, and began making changes.
Twenty-one, was when I finally saw beyond myself and my own grievances.
Twenty-one was the catalyst I needed in me.
Today, we are all twenty-one.
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