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    The Girl and the Boy Who Met Just Once
    The Girl and the Boy Who Met Just Once
    The Girl and the Boy Who Met Just Once
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    The Girl and the Boy Who Met Just Once

    By A.E. Wilman

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    One meeting between Victoria and Damian sets in motion a set of events that changes lives of many people.
    They meet accidentally abroad. He helps her. She trusts his intentions are sincere. One night he drugs her and rapes her. She survives the trauma and runs away from him. Soon later, another tragedy strikes. Victoria almost loses her life due to pregnancy complications. The pain of the tragic events and the anger lead her to plan and execute a revenge on Damian.
    This is a story of two people who play the hate game; shocking phone conversations, destructive emails, manipulative meetings, evil deeds that lead to the accident of one of them and the death of the other.
    This is a terrifying story about two people whose one meeting has a profound impact on the lives of their families and friends.
    This is also a warning story that is gripping and unexpected at times where the boundaries between the victim and the perpetrator become blurred.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA.E. Wilman
    Release dateAug 2, 2017
    ISBN9781370945696
    The Girl and the Boy Who Met Just Once
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    A.E. Wilman

    Anna Elisabeth Wilman is a writer based in Europe.She has been writing since early childhood short stories and short novels.She is the author of "The land of the MacRoies", “The Girl And The Boy Who Met Just Once”, "Saveenal", "Three Lives of Hannah" and “The Adventures of Socrates the Cat” novels; and "The Pumpkin Who Dared To Dream", "Teddy The Squirrel Becomes a Pilot", "Stumpy the Puppy and Patchy the Kitten Become Best Friends" ,"Ziggy in the Land of the Unicorns" , "Ziggy Meets the Master Unicorn", “Ziggy and Pegasus Take a Trip to the Stars”, “Ziggy and Pegasus Find a Baby Dragon”, “Ziggy and Pegasus in the Land of the Dragons” , “Ziggy Meets Chrysaor” and “Ziggy in the Wild Wild West” children stories.When not writing A.E. Wilman enjoys reading and good movies. But above of all she loves cooking and baking.

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      The Girl and the Boy Who Met Just Once - A.E. Wilman

      THE GIRL AND THE BOY WHO MET JUST ONCE

      A.E.WILMAN

      Copyright 2017 by A.E. Wilman

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the earlier written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

      The following is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Chapter 1

      I was born at the dawn, in the summer day, in the middle of the year.

      The same day Victoria came to the garden where I played my best childhood games; the fairy tales I listened to, the ping-pong matches of which I won two, the laughter of children that run on the grass, and the miles I rode on my tiny bike.

      And I was as happy as any child could be owing to Granddad the magic of our garden’s tree. The man who decided the day I was born to bring it with him to our new home. Granddad was wise and peculiar sometimes what made him a mystery to many of us. The people who lived their everyday lives without thinking about the secrets locked inside our minds. The secrets my granddad would show on the cards of tarot he read for those who would care.

      Granddad had talent like only he could have, to whisper the sounds of the seasons that changed. He listened to rustles and cracks every dawn to make out the moods of the next couple of weeks. The moods of the weather he liked to see to forecast the times of his mountain trips.

      - Why did you give the tree in the garden my name? - I asked one morning, watching him listening to the sounds of approaching summer.

      - The rain will be here any minute – he hurried me inside the house, – Victoria; I didn’t give the tree your name.

      - I don’t understand - I frowned, - Mom said you planted that tree on my birthday, and that you decided to call it Victoria.

      - That's right – nodded Granddad, - I planted the tree on the day you were born and I decided to call it Victoria. That was the name I gave to the tree, but your parents didn’t know how to call you. They had a long list of names, but couldn’t decide on any of them. And then your mother went out into the garden and saw the tree. She asked me where I got it from. I explained that a friend of mine wanted to throw away a plant infected with a disease. I stopped him, and on the day of your birth I brought the tree home. I didn’t want it to die. I decided to choose a special place for it, so it could feel exceptional and wanted. I also named it Victoria, so it remembered that fighting the disease will result in long life and branches full of cherries every summer. Your mother, hearing the name of the tree, cried, Daddy! This is the name for our little girl! This is the name we’ve been looking for so many days!. This way you were given the name after the tree and not the other way around. Amazingly, when you were still very little, the tree always caught your attention. You could spend hours gazing at it - Grandpa laughed.

      - Do you think we are connected? - I asked.

      - Yes, of course. You and the tree were born to a new life at the same time. Thanks to the tree, you got a name. Thanks to you, the tree appeared in the garden. I brought it, so you could play in its shade. Remember, no one is born alone and no one dies alone. This is your life tree - said Granddad.

      And that’s how we talked that summer day about the tree he planted for me.

      The cherry tree that lived with me the life I adored for fifteen years.

      The next morning he was gone from the life we shared for all these years.

      I still remember his funeral day; the flowers scent and the chapel’s bell, the depth of his grave he laid to rest, and the taste of the tears on my cheeks.

      It took me years to come to terms with the way he left of sudden cardiac arrest. I searched for him in different men, but found out that no one compared to his wise mind and the kindness of his heart. Until one day I found those qualities again.

      Chapter 2

      Peter brought Granddad on an autumn day, the week I left home to live on my own. I still remember being blown away, the warmth and the smell of his hand, and the words he said:

      - Hi, I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you – he extended his hand.

      - Victoria – I shook the hand.

      - I missed the earlier classes. Could I use your notes today? I mean, if you don’t mind. I don’t speak French at all, and your notes would help me catch up with the class.

      - Sure, I don’t mind you using my notes. You can borrow and copy them after the class if you want to. Last week we learned a few simple phrases and conjugation of the two verbs. But most of the time we were practicing pronunciation.

      - Thanks for that. Will you have time after the class? I don’t want you to miss other classes.

      - You’re alright. This is my last class until afternoon’s anatomy.

      - Anatomy? - he asked surprised. You’re not from philosophy?

      - No. I’m from medicine. I never thought about studying philosophy. I don’t know much about it.

      - You don’t have to study philosophy to know it. You just live it. You will

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