A Love Untold

A Love Untold

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It was an extremely unknown feeling at first. I got confused. I had forbidden questions and illegal sensations begun to creep on each nerve, bewildering me. I was able to recognize about it and believing it exists is horrible. Consequences will be my enemy and if I'll let it grow, hell would just be a small town for me to sleep and live. And in this fairy-tale process called life, I learned the great fantasy: Loving someone without him knowing you do is kind of devastating for the reason that you have nothing to fight for. You have no one to fight with. And I don't have the intentions to show anything to him because no one has the same heart as I have, no certainties if I'd taste love back. No one would ever love someone they know they can't and should not have. No one will love Alastor as dangerous as I do. But no matter how fervent my love for him is, I want to keep it untold.
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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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