This story and all of the characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Warning: This story contains mild violence and abuse that some people might find offensive.
I do not condone violence for whatever reasons. This story does not defend those who abuse others for whatsoever reasons and it does not criticize how some people react to abuse. It is about wondering if all people who abuse others are the same as one another, or is there a difference between them? More importantly, it is about wondering if there is a way to bring them back or are they a lost cause.
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With Hope
Short StoryBlurb: I hate platitudes, every single one of them. There is one, however, that speaks to me: there is a fine line between love and hate. I know for a fact that this saying is true; I have witnessed it firsthand. What has me wondering, though, is wh...
