Rare Love || harry styles

Rare Love || harry styles

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Romance
Life was different. Everything could change in just a few decades. The skies always grey and the air polluted. People didn't live in houses, they lived in high rises. Everyone did. Many things ceased to exist, many things vanished from the face of the earth. Poverty has been washed away. Homelessness has been pushed aside. What has disappeared? What has blown away? Love. No one, nada, knows the meaning of 'love'. Love is a mystery to the people. Nobody knew. Humans reproduced by machines, taking sperm to fertilize eggs. No one did it out of love. But, there was still hope. In the year of 2087, everything changed. Legend has it, that love may still exist. They say that love is as rare as a rose these days. They say if you find one, pluck it, and take a whiff, you might just find true love. After all, that's just what I was looking for. True love. I believed in it. It could happen. I know it. I could be the one to save humanity. Like the old days, we just needed some faith and hope. True love still exists. My mission, on this earth, is to find it. And I will not stop till I do. Love. It'll be mine.
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You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

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