Holding On To Hope

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3 MONTHS LATER

Three months! We've been in this damn bunker for THREE MONTHS!!!!. God it feels like a life time. I guess all the crying and attempting to start conversations with Felix doesn't help. I just hope that my parents found a bunker. I don't feel like being an orphan, I mean I'm sixteen, then again I don't think any other sixteen year old should experience this.

I shiver, a breeze filled the bunker and of course Felix had the covers. "You're cold" He observes.

I nod and he shuffles over to me. He holds out his arm and I snuggle in and he puts the blanket over both of our shoulders. "Thanks" I reply simply.

"Your welcome" He says.

I lay my head on his chest and notice how steady his heartbeat is. "How do you do it? Have hope that we're getting out? " I ask my voice barely audible.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 30, 2014 ⏰

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