Chapter 42 The Mirror And The Guitar

• "So, hunchman. How old are you?" I asked Lucas. All i know is that he's the son of a famous politician, there wasn't really any word about his children. He mentioned that he had a heavy and gruesome childhood so I doubt his dad would make him known to the public.
• "Twenty six. You?" He asked, throwing a rock on the sea, it actually reached far enough for my eyes to see along the darkness. I stared at the waves that are slowly going up and are now just half a meter away from our feet than thirty minutes earlier. "Twenty one." I shrugged, not feeling a bit confident with my age.
• I've always believed that when you actually reach ten, you think you know more like those fifteen-year-olds. But when you reach sixteen you realize that you're not and that you'll probably get older and more mature once you age five more years, and now I'm twenty-one, I personally think I'm way too young for the society I'm about to face.