I know what love means. I know that falling into that kind of mess will only end me up in some place that I don't even know. I know that in this world, correction, in all the world and races and cultures, there was never a single person who loved. Really? Out of the hundreds of thousands of creatures on Gerdia, there wasn't a single creature who had loved. At all. LOVE is refered as a sickness, an time bomb on a creature's heart. One that could send them in a mood of Happiness and then another mood, Jealously, and then another emotion which could drive all of us into insanity, Madness.
We don't love. We reproduce without thinking a single thing about it. We don't have the sickness of LOVE. We don't have the emotions that could drive us into insanity. We don't. At least until now.
Prologue End.
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The Game Called Love
Science FictionYEAR 7890, The planet, Gerdia has creatures that don't have the ability to love. They think that LOVE is a sickness, one that could drive them into insanity. So they don't love. At all. Until now. Disclaimer! I do not own the photo on my book cover...
