If You Don't Know || Lashton ✓

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Luke looked down at all the civilians that were walking around the city. He had grown used to spending only half an hour a day to look out the window and this was her designated time. He watched the Knowing walk on one side of the city, all proper and dressed in their normal grey colors, and he watched the Loving walk on the other side of the street that lead into the forest, laughing loudly and running around in their brightly colored cotton clothes. There were noticeable contrasts to both sides and Luke found one of them disgusting. The Loving and the Knowing never spoke unless one of the Loving was doing a job for the Knowing or if there was an emergency. Luke never felt envious, or any emotion at all really, over the Loving. They were pests to society that were loud and irritating and they loved the same gender and Luke found that repulsive.

He thought that love was bullshit and that people should only be married to the opposite gender and only for the soul purpose to reproduce. He didn't understand why anyone would want to be a Loving.

On the day a citing would turn 16, they would get the choice that would determine their life forever. To know know everything you could possibly know or to have the ability to fall in love. If you were born a Knowing, you could remain a Knowing or you could change to be a Loving. If you were born a Loving, you were stuck being a Loving. Luke was so glad he wasn't a loving. The Knowing had their jobs assigned to them, they had arranged marriages, and they had no emotion. They only got married to repopulate but after that, spouses had no use. Sure, you could care about your spouse but it wasn't a true "fall in love" type of love. It was more of a "if there was an apocalypse, I would eat our kids first" type of love. The Loving could choose their own jobs, they could fall in love freely, and they could show all the emotion they wanted. The Loving jumped from relationship to relationship and they were able to feel hurt, loss, empathy while the Knowing were cold hearted bastards.

Luke was the CEO of a moderately big company that had been passed down to him from his dad, another Knowing, which sold medications. All Luke knew was that there was a lot of white pills and he had no idea what they did. All of his family had been a Knowing. It was tradition to stay a Knowing. One of Luke's cousins had changed to be a Loving and since the day of the ceremony, he hadn't seen her. Luke hadn't even talked to one of the Loving so he was confused on why she decided to make switch. The Knowing were supposed to be smart, not make dumb decisions such as becoming a Loving.

Luke just saw the Loving as whores that didn't want to be tied down to one person.

Luke watched as one of the Loving crossed the street, not something that happened often and he couldn't keep his eyes off of the person. He found himself intrigued. It was his constant job to make sure he didn't get distracted, but here he is spending five minutes over his times break to watch the person. The boy he was watching was distinctly a Loving from the way his hair was blown back in the wind, and not in the mandated Knowing buzz-cut style, and by the bright orange shirt he wore, making his skin look really tan. (Luke had never even been in the sun for more than an hour at the time so he was confused on how that was possible.) The man seemed to be tripping over his feet as he dragged a large canvas behind him and he was headed in the direction of the building; his building. Why would the man be walking this way?

Luke slowly shuffled away from his window and towards his desk, once he had realized he had overspent his break time. He reached for the phone that sat on the clear glass desk, hoping he could get back to where he left off. He had to get back to work. He couldn't let some unintelligent Loving get in the way of his job. Luke picked up the phone and dialed a number that he knew by memory, technically he knew every number by memory. It only took a few rings before his receptionist answered.

"Mr. Luke, what do I owe this great pleasure of being called by you?" the receptionist, Sandy, asked.

"Yes Sandy, can you send Paul from statistics up as soon as possible? I have a few things I want to go over with him," Luke responded, anxiously tapping his fingers on the desk.