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Last published Tue, Aug 29, 2017
La plupart des personnes ont peur de l'inconnu. Cette chose que nous pouvons pas contrôlée que nous pouvons pas préméditée et pas décidée. Un mot qui veut dire pourtant tant de choses. La peur de ce qui se passera ensuite dans notre vie, si ce sera positif ou négatif, si nous allons souffrir ou non... Ce sentiment d'insécurité qui nous effraies tant. Tout ceci les Hommes l'affrontent avec leurs proches qui les rassures, les protèges et les accompagnes.
Malheureusement moi j'ai du tout affronté toute seule. Oui, j'ai du me reconstruire, apprendre et évoluer sans l'aide de quiconque.
Vous devez vous dire que ce n'est pas possible, que personnes dans le monde se retrouve seule sans individu même pas un ami ou quelqu'un qui nous aides, et bien oui c'est possible et j'en suis la preuve vivante.
J'avoue que mon parcours n'est pas commun à tous est, et assez triste et destructeur, mais je m'y suis faites et j'ai su avancée avec.
Vous devez vous poser pleins de questions est être dans l'incompréhension, alors laissez-moi vous éclaircir un peu et vous raconter ma vie...
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.
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