[ WP ] Humans inherently have magic abilities . And just like other natural human features , they get very awkward during puberty .

They made fun of him often, but he was a big boy, mature for his age, and she was too beautiful to let go of. They did n't see it, the others, but they were children and they did n't know. Young Joey was twelve and he had n't known the physicality of love as yet. Even Old Tom, fifteen, had never touched a girl before. But Allen was fourteen and he knew more and he knew better. 
 
 
 Rebecca was the love of his life. She was fourteen, same as him, but he knew her heart was older, a poet's heart. She was his friend, a soothing companion to face scary adolescence, and they were inseparable. Always playing, they learnt about each other and of life in the way only children can. Rebecca talked often of her budding power, the ability to make one feel emotion through her voice. Weaving spells of experience and adventure. False memories of a life unlived. Just like the poet she was. 
 
 
 Allen never talked about his gift though. He claimed he did not know what it was. Instead he talked about his dreams, his fears and he drew pictures of the life around him. Rebecca understood, even if she really did n't, and she never pushed it. They were children and they played and occupied their time doing childish things. They were too busy to prod for secrets. 
 
 
 The other children mocked him though. They mocked him for being easily scared. They mocked him for liking Rebecca. She was ugly, they said. Her power was being a woman, just sweet talk. Everything they could think to throw in his face they did. Allen never spoke up. He focused on Rebecca. 
 
 
 One time Young Joey singed his arm because he said he wanted to kiss her. Young Joey of course claimed it was an accident, but Allen knew better. One day Old Tom sat on him. Allen did not know what Old Tom's power was, but he would not have been surprised if it was creating poisonous gas. Old Tom farted on him when he refused to tell them his power. The teacher broke it up, but Allen could not get the stench out for a long time. 
 
 
 Eventually though, the others grew and they left him alone. Him and Rebecca became closer and began dating. They were lovers then and consummated it in the backseat of his first car. Both of them knew they would soon be married. Rebecca did not need her power to make him feel emotion. Her presence had brought the greatest joy he had ever felt. 
 
 
 When they were eighteen, Allen had proposed to Rebecca in secret. Beneath the old oak during winter. On the blanket of white she said yes and kissed him and they were born anew, ready for a new world ahead. Rebecca took his hand and spoke in that magical way she had. 
 
 
 “ Allen, ” she said. “ I love you so much. I love you, but you've never told me your hidden power. ” 
 
 
 And Allen embraced her. He could not explain it to her, but maybe he could show her. He held her tight and focused until their minds were linked. It was n't very hard, they were always on the same page, and she saw through his eyes. 
 
 
 The world was filled with snow, much more than there really was. A timeless blizzard fell and he looked like an angel, boyish and sweet. The old oak was lush, full of leaves all bright and green. She held its bark and it was warm, a sturdy summer wood. 
 
 
 “ Allen, what is... ” 
 
 
 He held up his phone so that she would see herself. She was not anything like how she looked. She was beautiful and soft, almost a mirage. Her strange eyes stared back at her but she knew they were hers as much as her normal eyes. 
 
 
 “ Allen? ” 
 
 
 “ I see things for what they really are, ” he said. 
 
 
 He kissed her, taking back his sight, but when they looked at each other, nothing had really changed.
