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This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

And fear. And the terrible certainty that hope alone wasn't enough

No acknowledgment of my humanity. He asks for the whiskey. The pain that hits me isn't sharp like a slap. It’s dull and heavy. It’s the feeling of drowning when you thought you’d found a raft. To Spadino, I am a toy to be broken. To Aureliano, I am a receipt to be burned. To Ciro, I am nothing at all. Hope is a dangerous thing in this house. It’s a poison worse than cyanide, because it kills you slowly. It makes you think you can survive the monsters by letting them in.

Levi I’m pretty sure my heart stopped when Hope told me she was rejecting me. I can’t … the thought of living without her makes me ill. I’m furious with the people who did this to her. I was so close, so CLOSE, to getting her to see how perfect we are together and now, after one morning with a bunch of fucking assholes, we’re back to square one.

The world is in constant motion and those who passed by at one point are going to come back their someday, to complete the journey full circle. That’s what Cage believed in, he believed he was going to see his sister someday. It was called hope, faith. Or like Emily Dickson described it. Hope is the thing without feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. The kind of hope he had was dangerous. It was the kind that destroyed you and ate you alive inside. I knew how it felt like, it was a hopeless, desperate way to go, one that would always end in misery.

left me to die in this cruel world. I look down at the tattered pieces of paper on the floor. I had gone the extra mile of cheering up that notebook in a fit of Rage. The truth wasn't easily impressed by anyone and I wasn't going to be new in that latter. I wanted nothing to do with the promises and hopes I had built up for myself in the name of family. I plan to burn that old book, forgive her dress that had been left behind for me to buy for my nanny. I knew that I didn't have any other but if I was going to survive in this world then I might as well let go of the attachments that make me feel alive. If losing hope is how I was going to survive then I had better get on it.

I had a lot of plans for our future but it all went down to the fire pits. Everything I thought possible became impossible. The flowers of hope dried once again. The passion that was re-ignited inside of me just got watered down until it was nothing but black ashes. The happiness and the future that I’ve been imagining became just a blur and it eventually turned into a wishful thinking. And most of all, Lance lost Lance into the void of nothingness where there’s no way for me to be able to reach and rescue it.

Fiona’s POV Beg for mercy? Not a fucking chance in hell. I’ve begged for mercy so many times all my life that the words have lost their meaning. My life was like an endless abyss, a pit I can never crawl out of, no matter how much I claw at the sides. No matter how much I begged for it to be over. Hopeless. That’s the word, isn’t it? That’s what this is. This existence. It was something I’d never wish an enemy. The utter feeling of hopelessness and despair. The constant alertness that came with it all was truly disheartening.

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."

"Dylan knows that Erick knows that..." "I can't condemn him, Kendrick. Not rationally." I listened to Hope's voice and twisted my mouth, still isn't letting go. "I've accepted that Dylan is my Mate. I hate the Gods for condemning an innocent man to the future that awaits him, a future that has no happy ending." I pulled my face away enough to look into Hope's eyes, there is a sadness there. "I will not survive the end of this war." Hope stated and I know she believes it, and there is some truth there, something that Night seems to know because Night could feel the power that carried.