A Flicker of Hope
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°Aniya°
Hope and faith-two useless words.
I buried them years ago, when life proved they don't keep promises.
My mom has cancer. I work myself to exhaustion just to afford a chance at saving her.
My father? Gone. Always has been.
And me? I've always been alone.
But then he barged into my life.
Made things feel lighter, easier, almost... okay.
Until everything came crashing down again.
Now I'm stuck doing the one thing I promised myself I'd never do.
Hope..
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°Darius°
Hockey was my dream. Until it broke me.
Now I'm stuck living out a choice my parents wanted, and I agreed to, even if it feels like chains.
Then she showed up.
A girl who doesn't ask for help, doesn't want it, but still gets it from me-because I can't seem to stop.
Something about her pulls me in and keeps me close.
I've always done the same thing:
I follow. I observe. I conquer.
But she's different.
This time, the only thing I want-
is her.
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