Over the Ridge
“Meet me over the ridge,” the note said.
No signature was necessary, the handwriting belonged to the boy who held her heart. The boy who would surely beg her to run away with him tonight, right now, before her parents shipped her away.
In a perfect world, she wouldn't hesitate to follow him to the moon and beyond, and back again. In fact, they wouldn’t need to run away at all. But nothing was perfect in this world. Her people had arrived in battleships from a place beyond the ninth planet and met only the most futile resistance.
Now, his people hovered on the brink of extinction, hating hers, while her people treated his like non-sentient livestock. Nobody would approve of their union.
She set the page aflame with a beam from her eyes and swore to obey her parents’ will. To forget him.
So he might live.
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