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Resilience of the Heart

Summary:

“I love you with each bone of my body, each string of my heart and each inch of my soul” he whispered, and it took one second for Anne’s eyes to fill with tears. Yet, she chuckled a little.

“That’s a very doctor-ish thing to say. Even though I must let you know that, as far as I believe, the soul is not measurable in inches because it expands infinitely.”

Gilbert stared at her for a moment, eyes switching between hers, before speaking again.

“That’s why I love you with each inch of it.”

When Anne and Gilbert somehow end up sharing their own complicated universes and finding solace in each other, they realize being together won’t be that easy. But strength is stronger than fear, love is bigger than hate. It will take sacrifice, but it will be worth it.

[set in modern times + completed]

Chapter 1: Introduction

Chapter Text

Eugenics literally means “good creation” (from Greek εὐ- "good" and γενής "come into being, growing"). The ancient greek philosopher Plato may have been the first person to promote this idea. In one of his main works, The Republic, he wrote about creating a superior society by procreating high-class people together and discouraging coupling between the lower classes. He also suggested a variety of mating rules to help create an optimal society. For instance, men should only have relationships with women when arranged by their ruler.

This is how the society works now. You receive a letter - you can’t receive it after you reach 40 years old; if you didn’t, then you are ‘bound’ to be alone - with the person you’ve been associated to, and then you must respect it. It’s better not to break the rules: those who did, for love or for rebellion, have been exiled or tortured. And they were forbidden to see their loved ones, forever. But strength is stronger than fear, love is bigger than hate. It will take sacrifice, but it will be worth it.

 

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda