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My chest tightens to the point I fear my heart will suffocate from the pressure of it. Society's standards are the total opposite from how I was raised. The boy who I thought to be so strikingly handsome has less than a year of his life to live, my new friend only a few more months beyond that. Yet they are living these uneventful lives in which they don't think there is a reason for anything. Will I ever see my mother again, or is this how I will be forced to live the rest of my life, as well? ↗
You’re going to castrate them if they give me a sideways glance?” He looked at the ground. “I’m not bringing you to the safest place and you’re beautiful, so I needed to warn them.” “I’m beautiful?” I repeated trying not to smile. “Don’t let it go to your head, darling.” He said holding his hand out for me. “You’re not too bad yourself.” “I know. I saw the way you stared at me when I took my shirt off.” Hunter said. ↗
#in-between-seasons #post-apocalyptic #ya-dystopian #ya-romance #beauty
You think that because I am unwanted, because I am neglected and-and discarded-" My voice inches higher with every word, the unrestrained emotions suddenly screaming through my lungs. "You think I don't have a heart? You think I don't feel? You think that because i can inflict pain, that i should? You're just like everyone else. You think I'm a monster just like everyone else. You don't understand me at all. ↗
I had evolved a year too soon, and it nearly broke me ↗
#fantasy #fiction #hot-release #new-release #science-fiction
In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything. ↗
I laughed under my breath, and it sounded bitter. “Listen to me. What am I talking about, worth it? Is any experience or bit of beauty worth the cost of my life? I know nothing but safety and self-preservation at all costs.” “And yet,” he said softly, “you’re risking everything to help me. ↗
What’s your name?” I ask again. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. “I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” He almost smiles. “Yes, ma’am. ↗