.e m o t ¡ o n s.

.e m o t ¡ o n s.

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Last published Sat, Feb 10, 2018

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(NOTE: THIS IS A ROLEPLAY) Royalty. The only family that had been gifted the ability to feel. Well how about the rest of the population? Never. But, there are some who don't belong to this sociopathic community of peasants and aristocrats. They are called, or what have they've been called in history, the Forbidden. And if they are found out by the Soul Watchers? Death penalty. Before you ask, Soul Watchers are certain people who are given a bite of the fruit from the Sacred Tree to read people's thoughts and emotions by a single gaze of the eye. So far, several of the Forbidden were already executed, making the remaining ones hiding for their lives. Which side will you be on? The Forbidden, the Soul Watchers, the poor population, or be part of the prestigious Royal Family?

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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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