Forbidden

by Tabitha Suzuma

You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.

once you take that first step, the next is a whole lot easier.”

It’s always nice being fancied. It’s always nice being wanted. Even if it’s by the wrong person.

The day I kissed the boy I had always held in my dreams but never allowed myself to see.

Cute but gross

“We haven’t done anything wrong! How can love like this be called terrible when we’re not hurting anyone?” He gazes down at me, his eyes glistening in the weak light. “I don’t know,” he whispers. “How can something so wrong feel so right?”

AaaaaA

the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can’t be you?”

Imma bop u in the head with a hammer

But it’s not, it’s not, because I’m slowly being torn in two. You stand there, covered in cuts and bruises that I might as well have inflicted on you with my own hands. And I love you, so much that it’s killing me, yet all I can do is push you away and hurt you until eventually your love will turn to hate.

“We can love each other.” I swallow hard to ease the constriction in my throat. “There are no laws, no boundaries, on feelings. We can love each other as much and as deeply as we want. No one, Maya, no one can ever take that away from us.”

As long as we don’t actually have sex, we’re not technically having an incestuous relationship.

How the fcu k do u define incest then

But he’s not just a boyfriend, I tell myself. He’s so much more.

EWWWWWWWW??????

His eyes have slid away, back to his DS, uncomfortable about the sudden change in conversation. “If social services found out that Mum was no longer living at home, that we were on our own—” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he interrupts gruffly, pounding the buttons of his games console viciously with his thumbs. “We’d be taken into care and split up and all that shit.” His voice sounds fed up and angry, but I can sense the fear behind it.

Finally some characterization

“Maya, I get it.” His thumbs stop moving against the buttons and he looks up at me somberly, suddenly appearing much older than his thirteen years. “I won’t tell anybody about Willa’s arm—or anything else that could get us into trouble, okay? I promise.”

u r instantly redemmed kit

“Of what, my love?” A small aftershock runs through me. My love. That’s who we’ve become. Two people in love.

I gagged here

Even emotionally abusive, adulterous relationships are often tolerated, despite the harm they cause others. In our progressive, permissive society, all these harmful, unhealthy types of “love” are allowed—but not ours.

What kind of world are they living in? Huhhhhhhh???