The clearest memory that London can recall happened when she was young. She was in the area while her parents were talking to some of their associates. She crouched by the fountain in the center of the room, the fountain surrounded by lush green leaves fenced off to keep the ruffians away. However London was mesmerized by the red rose that sharply contrasted the green leave. She had never seen a real one; she has only seen fake ones made with silk just like the rest of the population. She examined it closely, the lush petals seemed so unreal she was about to reach out to touch it when a hand shot out and the plucked the rose. She yelped from surprise, staring at the place where the rose just was. Just as suddenly as the rose disappeared, the rose was shoved once again under her nose. Her eyes follow the hand, finding a young boy with defiant eyes looked at her with a little half smile; the young boy could not be a few years older than her. The patroller’s whistles starts blowing. When she didn’t take the rose, he grabbed her hand and gently showed it in her hand. “See you around!” He said with a smile. The moment seemed to linger only for it to end as he started running and the patrollers followed speedily behind. She gripped the rose tightly in her hand, looking on at his running silhouette. She didn’t realize she had been holding the rose so tightly until she felt a warm liquid drip off her hand, staining everything it touched the same colour as the bright red blood.

She waited for him the next day and the next day. But she never saw him again.

Ten years later, she now understands, she would never see him again. The place where they met is the only place where the Elite and ‘disposable’ as her society calls them can meet. She was born an elite, her family a result of generations of money along with the favour of the emperor Srump, her family was considered the elite of the elite. The boy was a disposable,