Soverain

I am working on a short story, which may turn into a novel. I do not know yet. For now it is called Soverain.

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Chapter 1.

He didn't love me. How was it possible??? I was able to get practically every guy I flashed a smile at- BUT- the ONE guy I actually cared about...Did Not Love Me. Maybe I was wrong for believing our friends. "You guys were totally meant to be together!" "You two are going to be the cutest couple!" They would encourage us on. We were not yet a couple, and we would never be. We had never kissed, we had only briefly held hands once. But, we shared these really intense moments. Moments where the entire world stops, time stops, and your heart skips a beat because you know. You KNOW it's love.

I remember conversations, I remember glances, I remember how his hand would slide down my arm, I remember his embrace, I remember his smile. I remember him whispering in my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

What the heck?! How could he NOT love me?

I remember the day he told me he was leaving the enclosure. Once he left it was highly unlikely he would ever return. People usually leave the enclosure for good. "But aren't you happy here??" I pleaded with him. I begged him to stay. He always had some already thought out answer. Oh, I so wanted to tell him I loved him. I was madly in love with him. I SO wanted to tell him. But he was leaving. He was turning his back on everything we all had worked so hard towards. He was not only turning his back on me, but his principles and his beliefs. My heart was pounding fast as he was telling me things like "This is what I want, I don't belong here, it's not for me, I want to see outside the enclosure." My heart was absolutely breaking. I was crushed. I wanted to leave with him, I wanted to yell, "TAKE ME!!!!"

But I knew my work in the enclosure was not finished. My work was more important than myself. I knew my life was in the enclosure. And I think that's when I realized if we were meant to be together he would not have left. This world would not permit our love. And so my heart was torn and shattered. He left and we communicated occasionally in secret through our com devices for about a month or two. At first it was every day, then every other day, then every other week, then nothing. I could sense him changing. Outside of the enclosure was madness. Although some did not believe it, the madness was contagious. 

We were not allowed to talk with those who left the enclosure. There were dangers ever present when talking with those outside. They formed highly developed skills of persuasion and the likeness of credibility. It was often said, that if you spoke with a  Blasé for just long enough, they could convince you to willingly change who you were and side with them. A sophisticated form of peer pressure.

The Pale, Frail Moon

The pail, frail moon on a foggy night
rose up through the mist
gave off some light
shone down on me and lit my way
but the moon can't stop the day

The day goes on and on and on
and shuts the moon out
we're forced to live by the day
but oh what wonders of the night
yes, I'd like to live by the moonlight

the pale, frail moon
it's old and weak
it's future seems mighty bleak
the day puts so much pressure on
i wish the moon would grow strong.