Hope has always been an illusion, something you are told of but never get to have it. And if anything, if I get the thing they call hope, it will work, it will be something I will own but never something I will use. I shut my eyes as I swallow hard as the hot tears find their way out of my eyes. There is no such thing as hope.
"It will be alright I swear" my grandma's voice soothes in my ears. I deny the urge to look at her, instead I look at the box in front of me, the coffin where the person I called my mom is in. That is where she is going to be forever.
"She was a wonderful person." One of her friends says. I look at her, how can she say 'was' she 'is' a wonderful person.
"I remember the other time she came up to me and told me, there is always a flower for..." I refuse to listen to what she is to say. I palm my whole face and allow myself to break down, this really is the end. Isn't it?
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Elia (EDITING)
RomanceAfter losing his mom in a mysterious way, Elia moves to another city to live with his grandparents. His life at school still is the same as the one back home, he gets judged, hated and bullied- wait this time he owns his own bully who happens to cli...
