"I could be dead right now." she mumbled, "I could be six feet under and colder than stones. Yet I am here. Why though? Why did I ever decide to stay?" she looked at me like I had all of the answers.
"Hope." I simply shrugged.
"What do you mean?"
"You wanted to die, you were ready to say goodbye for the last time. But hope made you stay. You've always wanted to be great and ending your life made that completely impossible. So you held on, you stayed for one thing. You stayed in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, one day you would be great. But you really never knew." I didn't want to look at her after I said that.
"Never knew what?" she sounded really confused now.
"That you are great. You are so great for not letting go. You are strong and you didn't let the pain win. You fought for that maybe and now here you are." I smiled and looked up to see her. I knew, just like every time I said this, that she wasn't going to be there. That I would have to wake up and realize that hope for a maybe wasn't enough for her.
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RandomShe sighed a deep breath. She wasn't at all ready for what the day had in store for her. She took a deep breath and got out of bed anyway. She always did. Even if many of the pills in her mother's bathroom could take the pain away. Even if the gun i...
