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"I'm sorry, sir. The 'Hope' variable is proving difficult to erase. It keeps regenerating in the sub-code of the spreadsheet." The boy leaned in, his bronze eyes reflecting the dull green text of Julian’s monitor. "That’s because you’re still holding onto the Phantom Debt, Julian. You think there’s a 'Reader' out there who is going to save you. You think this is just a 'Dark Chapter' before the 'Happy Ending.'" The boy tapped the screen. The monitor displayed a live feed of You, the Architect, staring at your device.

On the very top was a note that read: [Rachelle, I know that you need 500 thousand dollars for your transplant surgery. I’m sorry I could only save 143 thousand dollars. I wanted to save more, but I didn’t have enough time. For the rest, I hope I can protect you and help you win the lottery from the other side. [I’m sorry for not seeing you. I’m too ugly now, and I didn’t want to scare you. And Jonah, I don’t blame you for leaving me. Be good to Rachelle. She’s more suited to be your wife than I am.]

These lips… I proceeded to touch my supple, red, sultry lips. “These are the ones that saved me from further embarrassment a while ago.” Indeed, if I weren’t too soon excused myself, I could have been laughed at. But wait… these are also the ones who made me slip the chance of having a new acquaintance out of Harold Kang. He was quite interesting. Well, I had only been interested after he proclaimed to be a North Korean defector. “My thoughts are running wild again.” It’s not unusual for my mind to focus on different topics at once. I have been aware of this tendency hence I cannot accept the fact that I lost today’s rare item!

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

But no answer comes and that's when I know that hope is a cruel thing. At first, I hold onto it like it’s all I have. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s alive. She has to be. But as the sky starts to lighten with the morning sunrise and no sign, or scent or body comes up, my hope starts to die slowly. It's just me, broken and soaked, standing on the muddy bank with shaking hands and a heart slowly being carved open from the inside. I fall to my knees, staring at the water. My voice is gone.

Over the last few months, Sean had been running from the cops. He was living under bridges, scavenging dumpsters for food and drinking from the ditches, afraid to even show up at the hospital to visit his parents. There was nothing resembling his old self, just as there wasn't a part of his face that looked clean. As he crawled out of the bushes, keeping his distance fearfully, he sniffled softly, "Please, Rachel. I really understand that I've made a mistake now, and that I know there's no making things right after what I've done.

"That is good." "Right?" Dimitri mused. "You know, after your sister perished in the rubble, I lost all hope. I was certain a normal life wasn't just meant to cross my path. When Neal told me he had found someone, I didn't even want to dream but maybe..." He paused, glancing at me before continuing. "I sound pathetic, don't I?" "Hope is fragile and you are allowed to grasp it even in the smallest glimmers. There is nothing wrong in dreaming and wanting." I told him. "We all want something."

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I scroll through my I*******m page quizzically. "Your page is a little boring. Your captions are nearly the same. I just want you to tell me in advance when you want to post anything, I'll provide the caption, even fine tune it to suit you and the hashtags." I don't speak for fear of bursting into tears. I only nod and hand her back her phone. I lean on the balance bar in the elevator and struggle not to cry. Abdul has reduced me to a commodity and it hurts deeply. It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter.

All symptoms. From the beginning, she was destined to be taken away. Tears brim my eyes, and for a moment I just stare at the page. I am dumbfounded. I feel lost. I feel hopeless too. My fingers tighten around the book and I remind myself that there are many pages left. Perhaps it will take years, perhaps they still have precious time. When I return to read, Xiirian is lost too. He is wasting away. Crumbling. **** "I sit in the fields of the endless.