My Boyfriend, the Centaur

My Boyfriend, the Centaur

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--Poul is living the average life of a centaur his age with his friends and family, the Green Ash Herd. But when his former instructor has a dream about impending perception-shattering change, he can't shake the feeling that the change will affect him most of all. When his instructor's dream does come to fruition and he meets a human, he tells himself that it can never be. So why does his soul long for her, rather than his fianceé? --Johanna loves horses. She reads about them, she draws them, she dreams of them. One night, she has an odd dream. And on a walk in the woods that border her back yard, that dream comes true. She knows she shouldn't keep coming back and keep seeing him. She tells herself it can never be. So why does her soul long for him, rather than her fianceé?
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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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