Hope knew there were people who did not dream, but she had never been one and was frightened when she opened her eyes without a bed or a couch nor a brother to lay her head on. When there was nothing she could feel or see, she only heard a voice, a voice speaking of every recollection she had. She tried looking for the source of the voice, but none was present and as she looked around and a vision appeared, it was she. Living her life thousands of times over, she saw herself smiling, laughing, loving, living her lives, and following her dreams. Hope was astonished at every happy face and all of the people she had known. As she saw this her mind cleared and the facts were straight, she never really was the counselor for Ronald or the friend for Allison, she was not a sister for Anthony, William or even Jonathan, Hope was not any of these things. Hope was just a dream, a character made to instill happiness in the lonely and inspire those who needed it. Hope was just that, only that, Hope was Hope.
When her eyes finally opened Hope had not forgotten of the dream, but continued her life as a nobleman’s daughter, a surrogate for her old planet, a self-proclaimed delivery woman, the idea of a young author and so much more. In the end it was her decision to believe what was her reality and she believed in them all, if she didn’t who would take care of all the lonely people. In all her lives she thought of the people she had, will and continues to help. Without her, she thought, the greatest of people would forget their worth. After Hope had passed her spirit lived on giving people the strength to do what they need and the inspiration to create their dreams.
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Another Day, A New Hope
Сучасна прозаSometimes all you need to be is there, there for others and there for you. You can never really know how much you mean to some people. This is almost less of a story and more of a hope that you've got someone to be there for you. Hope is an innocent...
