2046

Love is a topic that's not spoken of, not written of, and not talked about. The topic of love is in fact of all things taboo.

The heels of Natalya's shoes clicked softly against the clean tile floor of the court hall. She looked down at her blurry reflections in the tiles. Holding a court order paper crumpled up in her fist.

Any affection shown in public, private, or any other given way is forbidden. Against the law, with the acceptation of a married couple. The affection that can be shown between married couples must be private.

Natalya's eyes skimmed the wooden large doorways that lined each side of the large hall. Few people walked past, none of which she would ask where she was. But she continued her search for the right courtroom on her own.

At any social event, (Even if it is a family gathering) You are still unable to show affection. On this note the government has every house under tight watch.

She bit her bottom lip. Glancing over her shoulder she looked at the doors she had just barely past. Courtroom fourteen, she repeatedly thought to herself. Courtroom fourteen.

If you arecaught, or accused of showing affection in public if you are a married couple. Or in public or private if you are anything other than a married couple you will have to attend a court session. If you do not show up for your court session you will be tracked down and thrown in jail for life.

Natalya huffed her frustration. Biting on her bottom lip harder. She stopped at a turn. On the corner of the wall was a small sign that read Court Room 7-14. She sighed with relief and turned the corner, walking quicker than she was before.

The court system has changed. In court now there doesn't have to be any proof or evidence, and if the people at trial provide evidence it will be 'thrown away'.

The way the trial rules out is based only on opinion. The opinions of all the people that know the person or people at trail and the judge's opinion are the only opinions taken in a trail.

If enough people disagree or simply do not like the person or people at trial the person or people will receive a penalty. Or punishment of sorts. The judge decides the punishment or penalty. Penalties and punishments range from a day in prison to a life in prison, home arrest, state service, or even death. If enough people think the person or people are innocent or favor them. The person or people will go free with out a warning or penalties.

Natalya headed down to the end of the hall. She swept her blonde hair behind her shoulders quickly and stood straight as she advanced to the door with a 14 above it, poising her lips and tilting her head up.

No one is sure why this law, and change in court where made but no one really questions it. Everyone accepts it and carries on with their lives with these new changes.

Natalya wasn't the one at trial. She had gotten a letter in the mail asking her to attend a trial for some man. She couldn't remember his name off the top of her head and didn't know she even knew him. But she must if she was being called into court. She actually wasn't going to come in the first place but deicide to go after her sister started asking her to help out around the house.

She opened the large wooden door a crack. She took a breath in and walked in. Few people looked her way as she came in and took a spot among the others. She was sitting next to a man with brown shaggy hair and a smile. He also had a Spanish accent. He was engaged in a conversation with a man with long straight blond hair, that used the world 'like' too much.

Everyone looked up as the back door in the room opened with a creak. Out stepped a man, a policeman behind. He had his hands behind his back in cuffs. Looking up to his face her heart pounded quicker. Natalya then remembered when she had met this man.

She had been nine, and he had been about fourteen or fifteen. He had smiled at her as she had stopped in front of his house. She had been looking at a garden filled with bright colorful tulips. She remembered having asked him if they were his, he had nodded and snapped one of the pink tulips off it's long stem and had walked over and gave it to her. Holding out his hand, smiling down at her. She had taken it happily, smiling back. He had made her smile. He had in fact given her one of the first gifts she had ever gotten.

He looked almost exactly the same, just older, and tougher, slightly scarier, and more handsome. His hair was up and spiked, unlike it had been when she had met him. And his eyes were the same captivating brilliant bright green that she found herself unable to look away from. He wore a blue-stripped scarf, and Natalya noticed a small scare over his right eye. He scowled at the crowed, his eyes narrowing.

Natalya stared. The thought coming to her after a few seconds, that this man had done something illegal.