“18”
I grew up scared of monsters. I grew up being afraid of dying, of getting hurt.
Because that was the prophecy said, that I would be in pain.
But I had not been told that said pain would occur because of love. Because of a boy.

We were both 18.
His eyes drove me crazy. I wanted him with a burning passion.
And the way he smiled was probably my favourite cause of dying.
So, we met and we danced. And I tried to hide behind my shyness the fact that I just wanted him to kiss me against a wall.
I knew it within a second, that my life was about to change.
Desire is such an underrated weapon, and he stabbed me with it.

By Beatriz C., 19, Spain