Hope Everything Is Okay Novels & Stories

"Strange. Uncomfortable. But also... good? I forgot what it's like to have conversation that doesn't matter. That's just... talking." "You should do it more often. The mattering can wait. Being seventeen doesn't last forever." They exchange contact information before Hope leaves. Nothing romantic, nothing strategic—just two people who had good conversation and might want to have more. Hope returns to her quarters feeling lighter than she has in months.

It feels natural and that's what makes it so beautiful. And it gives me hope. Hope that maybe everything is going to be fine, maybe there's nothing to worry about and maybe, just maybe Aurora was wrong and I'm not going to die and leave Sky alone.

I hope I am wrong. I am turning sixty today. I look in the mirror and see an old woman. I should be happy with my life, but a part of me will never be complete without you by my side. I have accepted that I will likely never see you again in this lifetime, and that is okay. I have lived a good life. I only hope that you find some peace. I hope you find a small piece of happiness and love, just like I did.

I just hope no one is hurt in the process. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

Only one text immediately caught my attention. Unknown Number I hope you're happy now. I hope yes to make the most of the destruction of my life. I'll see you when I see you.

Avery nodded her head and replied, "I have knots on my shoulders, and maybe the massage will help me to relax. Are we taking Aunt Hope with us?" Aunt Bridgette nodded her head and replied, "Yes, let's go and fetch her." They found Hope sitting on the balcony in a daze. She was reminiscing about the past. Bridgette smiled brightly and said, "Hope, please come with us to the Beauty Spa. You have to be pretty for Clayton." Hope smiled and replied, "That's a great idea, Bridgette. I am so stressed; Clayton told me that his parents are coming here today. What if they despise me because of my background?"

Not cautious hope, not qualified hope, but real, honest hope for my daughter's future. Maya was going to be okay. We were all going to be okay. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to build a life on.

Forever. "No," Echo said. Her voice was small but certain. "No. Hope is not yours. Hope deserves rest. Hope deserves peace. Hope deserves freedom from suffering. You are stealing Hope's earned rest. You are violating Hope's choice. You are imprisoning Hope against Hope's will. That is wrong. That is evil. That is unacceptable. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope. You cannot stop us. You will not stop us. You do not own Hope. Hope is not food. Hope is being who deserves peace. We will give Hope peace. We will free Hope. We will fight you. We will save Hope."

he says softly. "Does it?" I ask. "I promise." I want to believe him, so I try. Later, I look out the window. City lights stretch endlessly, bright, cold, and distant. Somewhere out there is Shen, living, breathing, and forgetting. "I hope you’re happy," I whisper, "wherever you are. I hope you found peace." My voice breaks on the last word because we did not, not really, and not completely. But we’re still here. We are still moving and still trying, for him, for us, and for whatever the future holds.