Hope.
It was both the best thing and the worst thing that could happen to a person. It had the ability to consume a person, to become them.
I used to believe in the idea of hope before I saw what it had done to Hayden – what I had done to Hayden.
I’d been so closed off from the world, that I’d never known true love – until I met Hayden. Seeing the way that he cared for his sister, how he was willing to risk his life in order to rescue her? It showed me that love knows no bounds, and that it can be the most powerful thing in the world, because even death couldn’t kill his love for his sister.
Nicole SobonYou’re going to turn me into one of them, aren’t you?”
“That is what my uncle expects from me, but I can’t do that to you.”
“Except you will,” he said, dropping his arm to his side. “Humans are weak individuals. We will do anything and everything in order to protect ourselves – any morals we have instinctively go out the door when it comes down to life or death. And as you’ve already shown, you’re no different from the rest of us.
I went from having everything to losing it all almost instantly. Something that traumatic changes a person. The anger, the depression – it shapes you until you become unrecognizable. Until the person you were has been erased.
Nicole SobonThis cell was a form of hell. I was trapped in my past, unable to escape my mistakes, forced to relive them each time a new body was brought in.
It was tortuous, and so much like my uncle.
Hope could be a devastating emotion if you allowed it to control you.
But it was a risk that I was willing to take.
She had been reprogrammed. She knew how to protect herself from intruders – from me.
That was the worst part of it all.
I was an outsider inside of my own body.
Haven’t you ever heard the saying that our pasts do not define us?” I countered, growing frustrated. “I screwed up, Hayden. I admitted that. Why can’t you let it go?”
“Let it go?” He sneered. “You are the reason my sister is a Program. Please, tell me how I’m supposed to let something like that go? Because I’d love to know.”
Footsteps sounded from outside of the holding cell, essentially ending our conversation. I still had much to say to him, but for now, I welcomed the silence.
The silence was much more comforting than the truth.
But do you think our futures are already determined for us?”
“Why are you asking all of this? What’s going on?”
I let out a small laugh. “Remember when we were in the hallway?” He nodded. “Well, Thirteen tried telling me that I couldn’t escape my fate and that there was no point in fighting the inevitable.”
“Do you think it is inevitable?” he asked.
“Me?” I scoffed. “No. Nothing is ever guaranteed. One minor adjustment can alter everything. Nothing is ever set in stone. As of right now, we’re all on one path: we’re all stuck inside of this hell that we’re trying to escape, and it may seem like the outcome has already been determined for us, but it hasn’t. The smallest of things could change everything. A death. Deception. Anything could force us to follow another path, and you know what? We determine that path, not fate.”
“What path do you see yourself on?” Colton hopped up onto the computer desk, tucking his hands underneath his thighs.
“I see us starting new lives outside of this place, far from McVeigh and his men,” I answered honestly. “But I know not all of us will make it out of here. There is still more pain to come our way, but there is also happiness if we allow for it.
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Together. The fact that one single word could send my heart aflutter was utterly ridiculous. I didn’t fall for boys I hardly knew. At least, I hadn’t until I met Glate.
The night in the shack, things changed between us. The walls I’d built up once the Sectors were formed? Glate had torn them down, and I knew that Lex could see that by the daggers he kept shooting our way.
Was I in love with Glate? No, though I was sure Lex thought otherwise.
Glate was the stability I sought in a world of discord; being with him made things easier to handle. I wasn’t weak, but even I had my breaking point, and when I was ready to break, he was there to pick up all of the pieces. He was there, something I could never say for Lex.
“Thank you,” I said after a few moments of silence. “For everything.”
“Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on,” he said. “I’m more than willing to be that shoulder for you, Taylen. I’m willing to be whatever you need me to be. Just know that.
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