Looking For A Way Out

Looking For A Way Out

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WpMetadataReadComplete Mon, Mar 6, 2017<5 mins
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Authors Note: so this was basically an English Language assignment my friend had gotten that she'd asked me for help in, I got around to writing this at 12:30 Am and finished around 01:00 Am since she had to submit it the very next morning. I kind of rushed to finish this so I apologise if it's not that good, I just really wanted to post something again since I haven't posted in so long. Anyway to cut to the chase she basically had to write something following the pretext of 'hope' and this is what I came up with. I hope you guys enjoy How do you go from absolutely adoring someone, to not really understanding why you're even with them in the first place? What makes you want to stay in a situation that could be toxic for you in more than one way, what drives you to in every sense of it love something that might be killing you. Wanting something that doesn't have to be yours, wanting someone that can't be yours. Clinging to the little feeling of desire and wonder that we'd like to call hope. Because hope is what drives us to do what we never thought we'd be able to do prior, hope makes us brave, hope makes us strong. Without hope there is no light to fight back the darkness. After all in the end we are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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