FORBIDDEN.

FORBIDDEN.

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He was her forbidden fruit. Deep down in the pit of her stomach something reached towards him. A moth to a flame. Cam was bound to get burned but Dex was simply irresistible. Rose stands at a crossroad. Her next choice can be the drop to push the flood over the top or keep her from tumbling over the edge. She felt alive when she was with Ashton as if she stuck her finger in an outlet. They always warned her about his type. Neither could say I told you so since both Cam and Rose were both falling fast and hard for the forbidden. Ryn was the only constant in their lives. Her wisdom was beyond her years and though she had a natural tendency to speak sarcasm fluently, her presence was an anchor to their up in the air lives. But with everything being tested beyond their known bounds and the many changes would Ryn be able to keep it together or would the life she knew before Rose and Cam be forbidden.
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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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