Hope That Never Dies

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"What are you doing?" he questioned, staring at the gun in my hand.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm really tired." My voice softened, and I struggled to keep my tears from sliding down my
soft, cold cheek.

"Lydia, please." he said, choking up as he approached me.

"Chance, don't come any closer," I said, trying to brush away my tears, but before I knew it, all of the tears I'd been holding in for years came pouring out.

I pressed the gun up against my head, inhaling sharply attempting to stop my crying.

"Lydia, put the fucking gun down!" He shouted as he pointed to the ground.

I shook my head and stepped backwards away from him.

"If you do this." He paused, suppressing his tears."I'm going to have to do it with you" he stated, reaching behind him and pulling a
gun from his black jeans.

"What are you doing , Chance?" I asked, my eyes welling up with tears
all over again.

He raised the gun to his head and hovered his pointer finger on the trigger.

He took a couple more steps forward, looking me in the eyes.

His eyes had become puffy and red. "If you die, I die." He said as a tear streamed down his cheek. "This world isn't good enough without you in it." Another tear rolled down his cheek. "I promised you that you'd never have to go through anything alone ever again. And I intend to keep that promise"

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