One moment, he’s there. The next, he’s gone. Just like that. Just that fast.
You walk away. You walk away from it. You move on. You start over.
One moment you’re there. She’s there. You try to explain yourself. Why. Then, she’s gone. Just like that. Just as fast.
You run. You run away from all of that. You move away. You start over.
One moment. One memory. One tiny, precious, second of time you hold. How do you use it? You don’t. You let it sit there, collecting dust in the back of your mind. You are unsure. You are afraid.
One moment. One memory. One piece of time.
She's here again, but different. Arrogant, more selfish. Go home, Hope, she says. It's best for all of us if you leave quietly. The media's already over this, and we can't have this ruin the team's reputation. And when you try to beg and plead with her, she turns her back to you and repeats this words: Go home, Hope.
You sit. You cry, because this time it’s different. This time, it’s more personal. It hurts more. The seam that held you together for so long, is finally torn. Nothing is able to fix it.
One moment. One memory. One heart that used to beat steady and strong.
What do you do when all that they’ve done to you comes back to haunt you again and again and again? Nothing. You’ve gotten used to it. You’ve accepted it. It’s… It’s… normal.
