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The Sun and The Moon

The Sun and The Moon

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'Hey Mai, can you tell me the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much, she died every night to let her breathe?' - Kohana did NOT sign up for this, one minute she is sitting pretty next to her rich daddy and the next she is being pulled across the wastelands by a hot criminal by the name of Mai. Despite the run-ins with the cops and displeasure of not even wanting to be there, Kohana is a bit concerned for her growing attraction to the cynical psychopath known as her captor. Being homosexual is illegal in Esmeralda Providence, it is wrong..right? All Kohana knows is despite the circumstances, Mai is a great companion to have even with her homicidal and homosexual tendencies. Even with those thoughts in mind, those late nights where they watch the stars together and Mai tells her stories, Kohana can't help to think that maybe she actually means something to her beyond keeping her dad off their backs. Maybe that's just a rich girl's thinking.
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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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