Broken

1-Kirstin

I hated it.

I hated my pairing, Jeremy Lewis? He was part of the resistance too, but I hated being with the idiot.

I hated the clothes I had to wear.

And most of all, I hate the "chief 's" son. We all knew this was monarchy. We had no choice.

Avriel Kaplan.

He was assigned as the city's mayor. He was happy. He had a beautiful girl, Tori I believe, as his pair. He has no children, but he is always smiling, shaking hands.

Being disgustingly comfortable with his life.

The resistance is meeting today, and I realize I have a new assignment. Something I will actually enjoy.

I hate being assigned as a florist. I have a love for flowers, but I hate the clothes. Every assignment has it's clothing, it's perks. I get to wear skirts and flowers and chunky knit sweaters and light wash jeans. I pull on a pair of light jeans and a baby blue sweater, slipping into cream flats and brushing my short hair out. We have a fairly nice home, two bedrooms, two baths. Jeremy and I sleep in different rooms, thank God, and he works as a teacher. He wears ties and khakis. My perks are always being needed and having seasonal change. He actually has a steady job.

Florists bring in the most at wedding season, and I have many more arrangements to make, but this meeting is pertinent, especially to me.

I choose to walk to the store we meet in the basement in. Scott, our leader, beings the meeting with my big announcement. Jeremy sits stilly by me as I wait for the words I have been so excited to hear. He seems tense, nervous, wired. I brush it off.

"Kirstin, you will be reassigned with Avriel Kaplan. You will be married to him. You will convince him to join us, and we will take them down from the inside."

I didn't know I was running until my eyes hit the daylight. Kevin, a close friend of mine, catches my arm.

"You can't run from your assessment. You have to do this. This can insure freedom for the whole country."

I know he's right. I brush dirt off of my hands onto my pants and walk back in.

"I accept," were the only words I could form. I shook hard.

I will leave to marry the man I hate in a week.

Jeremy understands this. That I hate him.

Even though I hate Jeremy, we have a mutual understanding.

We can vent to each other. We can keep each other's secrets. We hate each other, yet we manage to live in harmony. Perhaps it is because he came to this hellhole with me.

I lived beyond the gates. Beyond the city. We infiltrated the city to take it down. This city is the head of the country. As soon as we wipe this off the map, the others are soon to follow.

I left my loved ones.

I left my Alex.

He had auburn hair like leaves in autumn. He had sparkling eyes. He was golden.

I came here for the sole purpose that we may live without boundaries.

Everyday it haunts me that I left him. I regret not listening to him, not heeding his advice. He's probably onto another girl now.

That thought alone makes me feel less guilty for marrying another man.

To hell with Alex.

He probably doesn't even love me anymore.

He probably never did.

I push the thoughts of Alex out of my brain. Time to start packing.

I take one of the boxes supplied by the resistance and start to pack.

To hell with Alex?

To hell with me.

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