𝐒𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved then lost. "The love that remains."
a love between a hopeless girl and a hopeless boy.
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The world was evolving. Change was all around us. Homes were being destroyed, and cities were burning.
I didn't understand how; I was only 12. What had caused all of this? All I know is that the sun scorched our world and burned the life out of it. That's what my father said, at least.
We had to leave everything behind and travel. I didn't mind, but something was suspicious about the way Dad was acting. We would run when we heard screeches or shrieks, and we would sleep under the rubble that was left of buildings.
My father started acting more protective after we left our home. Mom didn't come along. I asked Dad multiple times, but all he replied with was, "She's too sick to come along..." ...." She's too tired..." or "She's already in a better place now. She's safe."
I knew how my dad tried to keep that information away from me, but I knew for a fact that Mom was either dead or she turned into those weird creatures we ran away from.
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I was walking around my dad's workplace, where I greeted all his workers and friends. He found a non-destroyed building and decided to stay there 2 years ago. And now here we are, it has been... what? 2 years and a half. Yeah.
We found our people and our home for the time being. I was 14 at that time. I learned about cranks... the flare disease that ravaged our world, and I learned how to kill them with a bow and an arrow. We called the lands "The Scorch," where we hid from the "wicked." People who wanted to find a cure for the virus but in the wrong way.
They discovered that this new generation was immune to the flare, and they wanted tests. We didn't think much of it at first, but it grew into an obsession. Tests after tests that turned into trials and challenges, and last but not least... torture.
They took kids from their parents, manipulating them or by force. They treated them as if they were nothing but subjects, freaks. They only wanted what was best for the world.
They searched and are still looking for the cure they will never stop. They will get what they want even if it means killing this whole generation off; like it's some kind of rubbish to throw or destroy.
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It was morning when I decided to get up early - 5 AM - to go practice shooting (I was still training on my aim). I grabbed my bow and arrow, sneaked out slowly without waking anyone up, and went outside to the forest.
I marked trees with animals' blood to know my way back last time. I built a whole tree house with wood. I axed some leaves to hold the small room together; I used old furniture I stole from abandoned buildings to decorate the tree house as well.
