"Hope." He pauses.
"A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen." He smiles.
"Lovely to see you here again, Hazel." He continued.
I glare.
"There is a reason it's called ex-boyfriend, Colton." I deepen the glare.
"That was just your hope. I never said I wanted to break." He got close.
"Hope, for the dead."
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
