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there was a scintilla of hope where the doubt once was.

the doubt grew.

it was no longer a tiny spark inside my mind that thought she'd never come back

but a rather large flame that burned its way through. screaming to be heard

and making sure it was.

it burned any trace of hope.

any scintilla of hope.

scintilla | daniel howell Where stories live. Discover now