Hopeful Violets

Epilogue

Mirabella :

Love.
It's a hard word.

A word that can be used in so many situations, yet they all mean one thing.

The ability to give your life to someone.
The ability to trust, and be loyal to a person.

Knowing that one day, if you had to, you would give your life to save them.

You would throw everything you have to just make them smile.

And most importantly?

You would live for them.

In my life I have never had someone who I could say I would do that to.

I didn't have someone who I would sell my life to in exchange of hearing their laugh.

And I never had someone who would do that to me.

I wished for a person.

I wished for someone to shower me with this word called love that everyone was talking about, that mothers pampered their babies with.
That lovers woke up to nearly everyday.
And that every human being has heard before.

But, no.

It's not just a word.

It's the feeling you get when your father buys you extra candy, because he didn't know which one you liked.

It's the feeling you get when your mother brushes your hair and makes you food to take to school.

It's the feeling you get when your sister enters your room and purposely fights with you just to hear you voice.

But I never had that before.

Now I understand what people meant when they said that love can either kill you, or help you live.

Now that I have people I would die for.
I also have people I would live for.

Having people you would live for, means having people you would die for, and there's a thin line in between.

People who would do the same for me.

I remember when hope was also just a word.

A word I didn't want to hold on to, because it never gave me any result.

But I'm glad.

I'm glad I held on to that 4 letter word, because my life would have been nothing.

I remember standing in front of their graves with nothing but a name and an old necklace.

But I saw how others held onto that word too.

Maybe that flower knew that the rain will stop, or maybe she just wished it would.

I didn't.
I didn't know if the rain was going to stop, but I'm glad I wished it would.

I'm glad I held my head up high at those moments when it tried to make me bow to my doom.

I'm glad I held onto hope.

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"What are you thinking about?", aksed Matt as he sat next to me on our swinging bench.

"How life became better in the past year", I replied truthfully.

"They have grown alot this month", he exclaimed pointing at the violet flowers littering the garden.

"They have", I chuckled.

A rain drop interrupted our comfortable silence, followed with so many more.

I glanced at my twin and he was lost in his sleep, muttering incoherent words.

I chuckled.
There's no way he's going to wake up now.

I averted my vision back towards the purple painting in front of me.

More rain drops fell turning into a whole storm, I even heard thunder.

I glanced at the new violet flowers that we planted recently.

They have grown so fast this time.

Rain drops attacked them, never slowing their pace or force of attack.

Yet they all stood.

Like they were fighting to stay alive, refusing to bow to their doom.

No matter how many times the pouring water droplets hit them, they never surrendered.

I would have wondered why, but now I won't.

The rain soon slowed down, turning into water drops here and there.

The violets still stood, a bit wet.

But they were standing, and the rain has stopped.

I think no matter how many times the rain attacked them, they'll always stand up.

No matter how many times life hit, the person need to hold onto hope.

Just like I did.

I stayed hopeful like the violets.

Hhmm, I like that.

"Hopeful violets..."

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THE END.

Oof, the story is over.

Now I'm sad.

Anyways thank you for giving this story a chance, it means so much to me.

Also I know it's not my best, but it's my first ever time writing a story, and I like the outcome.

And I might be adding some bonus chapters, stay tuned.

Thank you.

Love youus♡.

And I'll see in the next book ;)