Hope had always loved Emptiness. She loved the little things the most - like the way his fingers slowly caressed each page when he was lost in a book. Or how his breath would subtly hitch and slow when he listened to sad songs.
She was especially fond of the way he gazed up at the sky. He would look up and stare for hours, as if he had lost something in that massive sea of stars.
But Emptiness didn't get it. He didn't understand what Hope had seen in him. She was so bright, with eyes that sparkled endlessly through his darkness. And he was just tired. Laying for hours - feeling nothing, wanting nothing.
But despite it all, Hope stayed by his side. She knew that even though he had pushed everyone else away, he was lonely.
When Emptiness had asked her, "What do you even see in me?"
Hope gently smiled, his face in her hands, and said, "You are not broken. You still have so much room to grow."
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PoesiaA collection of poems and artwork based on the experiences and struggles of an expat living in South Korea.
