"So why'd you do it? I mean why'd you pick Hope of everything?" She mumbled while softly tapping the strings of the guitar. I paused, silently contemplating as I thought it over. "I don't know I guess..." She looked at me, her fingers still softly dancing against the strings. "-I guess for once I wanted something of my own, something that could be my future instead of my past" ____________________________________ Hope has tried to heal, run from her past by giving herself a brand new beginning to a life that was stolen from her, but she can't quiet grasping why she can't move on. Hours of therapy, mornings of remembrance, it's all like an impending test to her. 🛑Better description inside🛑 🛑WILL CHANGE DESCRIPTION SOON🛑