Short stories - petites histoires

I had hope

Have you ever felt so down in your life all you could do was watch? I have been like this. Hopefully, someone was here for me when I needed them. Their name was Hope.

They liked to fight, dream, roll in the dirt, walk in the woods, lift people up. Sometimes, they went away. They were never really far, and I always thought about them. Truly, they never really left. They accompanied me every step of the way, of my life. They never let me down.

And I know I wasn't the only one they helped. From time to time, they returned bruised, with bloody knuckles and scratches and wounds all over them. They healed quickly, and continued helping me.

I will always be thankful for what they did for me, and I will always treasure our relationship.
Now, as they stand for the last time in front of me, I see they haven't aged in all those years.

Thank you. Thank you for being with me all my life, birth to death. Thank yous I much.

I close my eyes.

As they left the house, a gentle feeling of sadness filled their chest. It was sweet.
They turned around, looked at the house and waited.

After a few moments, a flicker of light appeared in the doorway. They smiled. The light grew and they held their hand open. It flew towards then and slowly lowered in their palm.
"
Come on" they whispered "we have people to help".

— Author's note —
Hello again!
I was inspired by a Tumblr post screenshot that talked about hope and its representation. The post said that hope wasn't a little kid running in a flower field (or something like that). It was bruised, had blood on its knuckles and was always ready to help someone.
So I thought I could write something around that.
Bye :)
PS: (a few days later) I found the post! It's a twitter screenshot posted on Tumblr and the person that posted it developed the idea and I really like it