Mateo Queensley is an average Exceptional in the Sunken City. He has the perfect boyfriend, decent grades, and is the best lawyer in the country at age 16. The year is 2292 and the world has been at war for 13 years. 5 regions have continued to fight including the Commonwealth, Clearborne, the Sage, Yosnana, and Ustreyburg. However, when Mateo crosses the organization he works for, ULTRASONIC, he realizes the truth about himself while his life starts all over again. See how Mateo pieces back his memories little by little with the help of many others along the way. Will he uncover the darkness of this reality or will his voice be left unheard in the shadow of ULTRASONIC?

Forever is a Long Time

 “Come on, Jay, you'll get over him,” Jayden's best friend DJ cooed. His heart pounded in his chest as he recalled the events that happened the day before. Jayden wiped a bead of sweat off his pale skin. The classroom felt like a sauna, its heat overwhelming him. 


 “No I won't DJ, you know that,” Jayden retorted. 


 “I also know that Mateo Queensley had a lot of enemies. He knew it, you knew it, we all knew he wasn’t going to survive for lo-” DJ began. 


 “I don't want to talk about it,” Jayden said, gritting his teeth through every word. 


 “Jeez, dude, I didn't mean it that way, sorry,” DJ muttered. Dylan-James never liked to apologize, but he knew that Jayden wasn't in the mood to argue. “Matt was my friend too. I know it's not the same but I understand a fraction of what you're going through. I'll always be here if you need me,” DJ said sympathetically. 


 “It's okay, thanks DJ.” Jayden half-smiled as they walked back to the dorms. 


 That night Jayden lay in bed thinking about Mateo. He thought about the memories they shared throughout the years. It was October 30, 2292. 13 years since the War started, 1 day until he was 17, and yet only a few hours after his one true love died. Or so he thought. 


 “Run, Jayden, run!” he heard. It was Mateo’s voice yelling at him. Jayden caught a glimpse of Professor Lee carrying a stick and running in their direction. Not too bad for a 57-year-old. He sprinted after Mateo, narrowly missing a smack to the head. Concentrate, Jayden, control, he told himself. He found switches in Lee’s mind and peered back over his shoulder, yelling to the professor. 


 “Professor Lee! You left mercury on the table!” The professor stopped abruptly. His expression showed a moment of shock, realization, then anger. The creases on his face deepened and he furrowed his brows. 


 “Jayden Hudson, just wait until I catch you next time!” Lee yelled as he strode back to his classroom. Mateo, having seen what Jayden had done, stopped to walk back towards him. 


 “I guess we’re never walking down this hallway ever again,” Mateo laughed, his accent thick. 


 “Who said we weren’t?” Jayden smirked and kissed his lover on the cheek. As he pulled Mateo closer, Jayden’s vision started fading around the edges. Blackness clouded over him, and Mateo’s smile slowly wilted into a frown. The gentle hand resting on his neck suddenly turned into a cold grasp. Jayden sat up in his bed, panting. “Mateo,” he whispered. One more time. 


 Jayden had to make a choice. He either started over again, forgetting their past, or he waited. He might be forever waiting for a promise to never be satisfied.
