The Same As I Was
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Before the Merge, Cosette lived a normal life. She was another girl, right out of preparatory beginning her life in the Military as a surgeon. She knew the rumors of wars, famine, disease, and social unrest, but they had been around too long to ever be made a reality, or she thought. When the Merge happened and she was put on the front lines of war, she experienced things she never thought possible, she lost things she took for granted, and she knew things she wished she didn't. With the memory of the Merge came bondage and solitude. If only the vaccine worked, if only she would have forgotten everything, she would have everything. She knew everything in the world wasn't perfect. She knew they were brainwashed into thinking it was. She knew, which was the most painful part, she knew the only remedy was to forget and to think the way they did. To think it was all a utopian.
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