[ WP ] Every person in the world undergoes a `` goodness '' test . It 's designed to give a score from 1 to 200 , where 1 is pure evil , and 200 is an angel in human body . Then the world is divided into 200 zones , where people can live among their own kind .

We were inseparable. From the day we entered the land of the Unsorted until the day the results came, she never left my side. 
 
 Those 3 years were the best years of our lives. We talked all day. We stared at the stars together all night. We laughed. We cried. We embraced while awaiting the Goodness Test's results. 
 
 We were separated. 
 
 We had the same moral compass. We had the same thought processes. We had the same priorities in life. How could she end up somewhere else? 
 
 I was placed into 192. Less than.0001 % of the population scored above 190. I should find solace that the goodness in my heart was in the upper bracket, but I still missed her. I was separated from the general population before her results were even announced. 
 
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 The skies were bluer and the sun shined brighter in the 192. The air was clear and the grass was greener. 
 
 This is n't how it should have been. We should have lived our lives together. You and I were n't supposed to be apart. You swore that we would be together until the end of time. You promised that we'd always be together. You promised. You promised. You promised me. Do promises mean nothing? 
 
 I had to know where you went. If we could n't be together, I would be happy knowing that you were more Good than I was. Normally these results are n't given to the average Sorted, but some privilege had to be given to those above 190 right? I begged and pleaded with 192's Watcher to find you. 
 
 `` Even if you knew where she was you could n't go there,'' he responded. 
 
 `` What zone is she in? There's just solace in knowing she's out there somewhere.,'' I explained. 
 
 `` She's not between 1 and 200.'' 
 
 `` Are you sure?'' I asked in denial. That ca n't be. Everybody gets put somewhere once they're sorted. 
 
 `` What would I gain from lying to you? Do I hope to save you from the truth? Do I hope to deceive you? She was not sorted.'' 
 
 There is only one case in which someone remains unsorted: They chose not to take the test. 
 
 `` Why did n't she take the test? We were so sure we were going to end up together that we decided to finally take the test after 3 years in the Unsorted'' 
 
 `` I ca n't answer that. Only she would know.'' 
 
 She left me. We were meant to be together and now I'm alone. She lied to me. 
 
 `` Let me re-test.'' 
 
 `` Goodness Tests are only given twice a year and you will not be sent back to the Unsorted in the meantime. *Nothing* you do will reunite the two of you. Only if she decides to take the test and ends up in 192 will you two be reunited in 192. Please come to terms with this. You've done all you can do, the rest is up to her. If you love her and have as much faith in her as you once did then have faith that she did it for a reason, and have faith that she will come back to you.'' 
 
 I was seething with anger, but I could not show it. I was a 192. 192 are good people. How can I be bitter and angry with her decision? It was her decision I have to come to terms with that. Relationships are both ways. She had to have a reason and I had to trust that she knew what she was doing. I had no faith in a higher power but I was losing my faith in her. But what else could I do? I had to live my life hoping that she would come back to me. 
 
 
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 6 tests had passed and she never showed up. Every 6 months I asked the Watcher if she was sorted, and every 6 months was the same answer: no. Why did I save my heart for someone who did not love me back? If she loved me she would have tried to get back to me. 3 years. 3 whole years and I hoped that she would show up one day. Is this what happens to a love that goes unrequited? Yet I sit around waiting despite it. 
 
 `` Do you ever wonder why you were n't sorted higher?'' 
 
 The thought never crossed my mind. I should have been happy to be a 192, but the sole source of my sadness was the hole in my heart left by her. I would be happy to be a 192 if she was here. 192 was a paradise. I could n't begin to fathom what was higher than this. 
 
 `` Sure.'' 
 
 `` You're unable to derive happiness from yourself. For someone so willing to make other people's lives happy, you yourself ca n't be happy unless you had her.'' 
 
 `` But how does that lower my Goodness? I was good to everybody else.'' 
 
 `` Yes you were quite benevolent. You would do absolutely anything for your love short of hurting another person. You would help any and everybody you can, but if you're not good to yourself do you really deserve to be happier? You're in a place where most of the people would kill to be. And trust me, many have. Yet instead of enjoying the people around you and enjoying the amenities of 192, you sit and sulk and wonder where your love went. We also knocked off a few points for obsession, but she was just as obsessed with you so we did n't knock off many.'' 
 
 He was right. Until I was able to sort out my desires, I was n't going to be happier. I did n't deserve to be in 192. 
 
 `` I'd like a re-test.'' 
 
 `` You only get a re-test if you're in 190 or above. In your current state you might score quite a bit lower and lose the chance to place this high again. Remember, doing *nothing* is what would lead her back to you. It's up to her.'' 
 
 `` I understand.'' 
 
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 The day of the Goodness Test came and as I walked towards the exam room the words of the Watcher repeated itself to me. If I really wanted to be with her I had to do nothing. 
 
 `` I refuse to be tested.'' 
 
 `` You wasted your place among the 192 for what? Just to walk back here to refuse to be tested?'' the administrator was baffled. `` You do realize what this means right?'' 
 
 `` I do.'' 
 
 `` You're to be placed back into the Unsorted. I hope you understand what you have done. This is your last chance. Are you sure you do not want to re-take the Goodness Test?'' 
 
 `` I'm sure.'' 
 
 I was stripped of all my belongings, clothed as an Unsorted and pushed out the door. It was a strong push because I stumbled and tripped into the dirt. The skies were cloudy and grey, the sun barely shined and the air smelled like crap. As I rolled onto my back an arm extended to help me up. 
 
 `` We spent 3 years together and 3 and a half years apart. I have n't stopped thinking about you a single day. I was miserable,'' a familiar voice spoke. 
 
 `` As was I. Why did n't you test?'' 
 
 `` I needed you to find your own happiness and to find my own.'' 
 
 `` Were you able to?'' 
 
 `` I did, but I just know my life would be better with you in it.'' 
 
 `` I had everything I could have ever wanted in the 192 and the only thing missing was you.'' 
 
 `` I'll help you find a reason to be happy for yourself. Maybe one day we can re-test and end up somewhere together.'' 
 
 `` Maybe in 3 years, but for now I'm happy here.''
