Hope
"Can you pick me up? Nobody is here anymore. He forgot to tell me that they already left" I wispered into the phone trying to keep my hands warm while snowflakes landed on my shaking body.
"Honey he doesn't seem to take you seriously. He didn't even think a second about you and it looks like he didn't mind you being cold and waiting" I heard my mother saying through the phone. The anger and worry in her voice were as clear as the little ice crystals landing on my messy hair.
"No he's just drunk. They came here to drink and now they left."
"It's sweet how you defend your friends" she answered, followed by a hush sigh.
I smiled. Not because I felt better. Just because I realised that maybe I'm not only defending them but the hope inside my chest as well that is constantly trying to tell me that he didn't forget me. That he did care about me. That he did think about me.
[03/12/18]
DU LIEST GERADE
extracts from books I'll never write
Historia Cortathoughts in my mind becoming words on a paper @Future_Pixie thank you so much for helping me with every extract deciding what I could do better and how its message comes across <3
