Hope(noun)
a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen.
"I hope to see you again."
Light grew steadily outside until the curtains glowed just the same as stained glass. Zephyr peeped his head behind the closed window to see what the day might bring.
In that broad daylight was a sense of serenity, a peace that invited itself into the soul and made itself at home. Zephyr stepped out of bed and grabbed his phone from the side table.
'3 unread messages' it read, opening the notification, he saw all three of them were from Celeste, one from the night before and two from around 2 hours ago.
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Celeste (2:24am)
You awake? I can't sleep.
Celeste (8:06am)
Morning Z
Are you visiting today?
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Zephyr rubbed his eyes. It was Sunday and he didn't see a reason as to why he shouldn't go, unless something urgent came up. He opened the keyboard and typed in
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Zephyr (9:52am)
Yeah, I hope so.
Do you want something to eat?
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He stared at the screen completely spaced out. 'Yeah, I hope so' he repeated the sentence over and over again in his mind. The word hope is so beautiful and positive, yet the way he put it in that sentence makes it sound like there is a possible chance of him not visiting.
He placed his phone back and climbed down the stairs. "G'morning." Zephyr greeted.
"Good morning," both his parents echoed as he sat down. His dog barked, licking his leg. "Are you visiting that friend of yours today?" Zephyr's dad asked.
"Yeah, I'm planning on visiting him a lot more now," Zephyr said, biting into his sandwich.
His mom looked over from the kitchen "Is that so honey?" She asked.
"Yeah, he doesn't have many friends or relatives here, besides his mother is quite irresponsible to say the least."
Zephyr's father cleared his throat. It sounded like an unspoken 'don't-say-that' to Zephyr. His mother chimed, "We don't talk like that to our elders!"
Zephyr sighed, "Say all you want-" he paused taking another bite "that day when I fell asleep in the rain, she was in the house, she didn't even bother opening because she was too busy chugging on alcohol while her son was almost dead in the hospital."
Zephyr's mom didn't speak. She herself was quite offended after what happened that day. "Is that boy your best friend?" His father asked. Zephyr hummed as he nodded with a mouthful of food. His father smiled, "I hope he gets better soon."
Zephyr's dog rolled around the floor to drive attention towards himself. Zephyr stretched out his hand, petting him. "He will get better soon." Zephyr stated, firmly.
Zephyr finished his food, and went back up to his room reaching for his phone. He opened the notification to see another text by Celeste.
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Celeste (11:03)
No thanks, I've already eaten quite a bit.
Zephyr typed in again.
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Zephyr typed in again.
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Zephyr (11:10am)
Oh ok.
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He put on a sweatshirt and headed outside bidding goodbye to his parents. The hospital wasn't that long of a walk from his house, and besides Zephyr seemed to enjoy walking either way.
He pushed open the door to find Celeste sitting by the window talking with the nurse.
"Oh Zephyr! You know her right, She's Helena." Celeste chriped.
"So that's him?" The nurse smiled.
"Yeah..."
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Where the stars meet
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