DESPAIR
Despair. The word, the feeling, the idea. Were no longer threats, but rather...reality. It dripped from buildings and covered the streets. It coated the gray swirling skies blocking out the sun, blocking out any other feeling.
He almost felt like rushing back inside, back into their prison barred by death. He knew they felt the same because he could see it on their faces. The despair they saw. But he also saw something else beneath it, another feeling hidden within each face, within each person. They had faced so much together; death, murder, loss, betrayal...and yet never despaired. And there was only one reason for that.
He held onto that reason is he breathed the poisonous air. It was the reason why, even now, they still stood together. They saw despair and ached. They saw despair and found fear. But they did not despair because of hope.
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Shorts and Poetry
RandomJust random chapters or point of views from different movies or stories that already exist! Some poetry as well! Nothing is tied to the next chapter so read what you wish! I'll take suggestions for things to write!
