It was the 19th. century, a new age. Melissa was a girl, sixteen years old. She was very outgoing, very open minded. She had loves, and hates- just like any teenager. Melissa's family expected the best from her. She was goregous.
Alex rocked to a unique beat... someone that was used to breaking the rules. Someone that was never expected to do anything but stay out of the way. Alex had potential, oh yes. But it was hidden under workshop grease and blue- black hair.
Together, they had a secret.
A secret that could mean death, or something worse. Something so twisted- so unheard of that any mention of it was forbidden.
They were in love.
The problem was that they were both similar. Too similar.
Each girl was the victim- a victim to love.
Simply because breasts hung from their chests and their bodies were curved. Just because they both had softer faces and longer eye lashes.
Just because they lacked a piece of tissue and flesh, hanging between their legs.
It started when Alex saw Melissa crying in an old caf'e downtown. They spent four hours together, and that was it.
Now each girl spends her nights in a dark room, under warm covers- speaking into a cell phone through a phone in a whispered tone of promises and "I Love You's"
Spent evenings making up lies and excuses to see each other, even if just for a moment in the woods. To share one kiss, before returning to reality.
They promised each other that they would make it. Run aay together, and never come back.
If they were caught, it spelt diasaster. Each wouls be thrown out to the streets. Left to support her own "disease". It would be like they were never wanted. Never desired, besides each other.
No.
They could not give those sick people the pleasure. They would run, just like they had promised.
Melissa went first, with just one last look back through the dark and windy night.
A bag strapped tight, she walked until she was on Alex's front lawn. She was just in time to see her angel taping a note to her computer, reading three simple words.
I love her.
As she climbed out the window, she started to slip. Melissa grasped her and whispered out "I have you. Now and for the rest of our lives."
Together, hand in hand, they walked down the street towards sweet freedom.
COMMENTS
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LordWolf
00:40 May 27 2010
beautiful story...very touching
~W~