Magic.

As a kid, I'd always believed that magic existed. Growing up, however, changed my view naturally. Like every other human being, as I grew out my childhood, I grew out the Santa Claus and I grew out magic as well. At some stage in life, we all do. Gradually or all at once. For me, it ceased to exist in a single moment. That moment, when I lost my Mom to the fate and had no magic to hold her back.

The existence of my Mom had always made me believe in magic because she was a wonderful woman who had held my universe together just with a smile, but that night, with the invisibility of her existence came the invisibility of magic..until tonight.

Tonight, I had that epiphanic moment that made me believe in the possibility of anything. Even magic.

Do you know why? Here's the answer.

She was the magic.

***

I found myself whistling lightly as I entered into one of the renowned jewellery shops of the place. It was not an absurd idea to come to a jewellery shop after breaking into a girl's house as long as you had stolen money from her. For me, however, it was absurd, because all I had stolen was a brown diary and a photograph. Still, I wasn't guilty because after a long time, I had gained something worth possessing.

The jeweller smiled as I entered. That smile gave me a notion that he knew me. No doubt, my father was a famous man. I nodded towards him and sat down on one of the chairs placed in front of the glass displays.

He inquired me what I desired.

'A locket.'

'Specify please.'

'A silver chain with a heart-shaped charm. I want some words embedded in it. Also, it must open like a diary to reveal the words.'

He displayed several chains with heart-shaped charms but none seemed appropriate. Finally, one caught my eye. It was a delicate silver chain that resembled to a thin thread. A little silver heart hung in it. It was divided into half and opened like a little diary. I opened it. Nothing.

'What do you want us to inscribe inside it, sir?'

I smiled.

The species of homo sapiens had generally proved to be selfish and greedy. They liked possessing everything and everyone they came across in this brief cycle of life. It could be anything from a sibling's toy to a pet or from a respected job to a loving family. What intrigued me most, however, was the concept of being possessed.

How could someone be so selfless as to hand over himself to someone else? How could someone like the feeling of being possessed by another? It was, indeed, an act of great valor and courage to entrust someone with your own being. Possessing was easy but being a possession was the real game.

It might be common among people to know that only one emotion makes an individual take such a huge step of being possessed in true sense. That emotion is love. What's not so common is the fact that it's in the true essence of being possessed that you possess something.

So, in order to possess her, I had to be possessed by her, first. Only my letting her take my possession would bring her to entrust her possession to me in true essence.

'Only yours...' I replied.

After an hour, while I was having dinner with Doris at my home, a silver locket rested in my chest pocket, hugging my heart.

That night, I put her photograph in the brown diary and placed it under my pillow.

Finally, I didn't have a nightmare after something what felt like..centuries.

***

Next morning, I rested my back against the tree in front of her house. After she left, I sneaked into her room and took out the silver locket from my pocket. I hung it to her bed pole after kissing it for..what I thought then..the last time.

Only, I was so wrong.

***

I drove into the parking lot and got out of the car. Crossing the usual gossip and awe of girls, I was headed towards the class when I detected a figure disappear towards the back of the building. Curiosity got hold of me. I was deciding to follow when I heard someone shouting. I neared the place and my ears made out these words.

"Listen to me, you b****! Stay away! He's mine. Keep your distance or I'll rip your head off your shoulders! You hear me?? He's mine. Roxen Dale's mine!!"

I turned around the corner. What I saw next made me furious in the blink of an eye!

A brat held her to the wall with her arm bent backward at an impossible angle. She was moaning in pain. My jaw clenched and hands rolled into fists.

I cursed under my breath.

Yanking the brat away by her hair, I held her tightly by fisting her locks in my hand.

"Roxen Dale's no property. Heard me? No property." I spitted out through clenched teeth. I wanted to throw her into a dark pit and set fire to it.

She let out a painful groan. I stopped myself from slapping her with great difficulty and shouted furiously,

"No property. Repeat after me. Roxen Dale's no property. REPEAT!"

"R-r-roxen Dale's no pr-property." She squeaked in a pleading voice. I wanted to throw her into Hazel's feet and make her beg but I knew it would have scared il mio piccolo passero.

"I don't see you again. Understood? Get lost! Now!" With that I pushed her away. She whimpered away in an instant.

I turned to her and spoke lightly.

"Don't let them touch you. Just don't.."

I couldn't complete the sentence. Guilt got hold of my entire being. Why was I telling her to protect herself? All this had happened because of me. I was the reason that an innocent girl like Hazel had to go through this shi**y stuff. Someone like her, who wasn't even aware of harshness had just experienced it at hand, just because of a ba****d like ME!

'Why?' Her voice floated to me in the lightest of whispers.

With great difficulty, I brought the courage to lock my eyes with hers. I felt sorry in an instant. Her brown eyes were melted into liquid as if she was crying. My heart twisted with pain as I saw her afraid torso back away from me as if I would hurt her. She knew I was a bad boy. She knew now.

And I knew that I was in no way good for her.

"You deserve better." I surrendered.

Her eyes stilled. It was as if she was locked in some lost memory. I figured out that she was looking past me into thin air. Her vision seemed focused on something far away into the world of imaginations. I waited for her to say something. Anything. But all I got was silence. It was unbearable.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I walked away and..

..left my heart behind.