"Shhh I hear them coming..." That's the last thing he said to me. Those cautious five words.
I miss him. I'm stuck in the New Revolution Social Alignment Institution where they brainwash you into thinking love and personality are diseases.
Paulo. He died when the authorities tortured him for the rebellion hideout coordinates. God, I miss him.
I lie on my back and stare at the infinity of the window; I see my reflection inside and it shocks me. My bright blue eyes once full of energy now dead as if the batteries were taken out, my skin once radiant and tan now pale as the concrete walls around me, my hair once black as the night sky now gray and dull. 189 days since I've seen a human. 190 days without the feel of Paulo's lips against me.
I stare at the window watching the white buildings which I pray never to live in. I place my hand on the window creating fog on the transparent surface. I slide down the wall and lie down counting my breaths until I fall into a seemingly endless sleep.
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Hey! My name is Brooke. I hope you liked it so far!(; This is my first story that I will post but I have a lot more! I will update it whenever I get bored...but for sure everyday :)
