A story where an 18 year old innocent girl that works at a small library in the middle of town bumps into a 25 year old man. But he wasn't just any man, this man was Zuko Grey , the most powerful man in the world. When Zuko the supposed 'heartless k...
"I think it's stupid to get kids' hopes up about stuff like that" he says before taking a sip of his black coffee.
"Well i think it's good kid's believe Santa is real." i reply taking a bite of my strawberry donut.
"how so?" he asks putting his hot coffee cup back onto the table before leaning forward on his elbows, intrigued to see what i'm going to say.
"well...when i was younger for example, Santa was the only real thing i believed in. i really didn't have much else so the hope of someone watching me, wanting to help me made me feel like i had a chance to get out of my rubbish life and try to do something with it. y'know whatever that may be. wherever life takes me i guess you could say." I end my 'speech' with teary eyes as i remember my life when i was younger- and now even.
Some people don't understand the true feeling of utter hopelessness and thats okay to not know. i just wish i as one of those people and i feel like most of the people who have experienced it, if not all of them would feel like same way. its exhausting to feel that every single day. To wake up and realise you have absolutely nothing to live for, nobody who truly cares about you, nobody to talk to or hug or have any contact- love with at all. but thats how its always been in my family and i guess that's where my mom leant it or saw it and thought that was the right thing to do.
My father however, was a whole different story. he was one of the kindest most loving people i have ever had the fortune of knowing. then when he died it broke my heart into pieces. i knew my mother (excuse my language) a cold hearted bitch; i still loved her no matter how much pain she put me through, i loved her even through the lack of happiness she provided me.
