Amores que matan

Amores que matan

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Se que hay mil formas para decir SÍ. Se que hay silencios que hablan mas que mil palabras que serán miradas que revelan lo que quiero (vivir mi libertad). Para frenar, para evitar sin explicarlo, no hay que ser sabio para comprender que no es no, y hay una sola forma de decirlo, entiendelo, no es no. Y no hace falta que lo justifique cuando digo: no es no. No tengo que gritarlo ni sentir vergüenza al decirlo, no. No es no, no importa si lo digo sonriendo o llorando, no es no. En cualquier idioma se comprende y queda claro, porque no es no. Con una vez alcanza, no hace falta repetirlo. No es no.
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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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