Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

He wants to see me break and he succeeded in his plan. I hate my life! I cried myself to sleep with this throbbing pain in my chest. I just wish all this is a nightmare and it would go away when I woke up.

I couldn't even ask his name! Though I was disappointed, I stuck to his word and hoped on the moon goddess sending me the one to cherish me. ************** With every passing day, I held on to hope - just as he had told me. I made it a habit to hold on to good things that could come, it was what kept me alive each day. Even though I might be down on most times but trust me, I was a very optimistic person. I believed in fate and the Moon goddess even though she had failed me several times.

"How do you know it's his stupidity and not me just being hopeless?" "Because hopeless people don't cry like you've been crying. They don't even come to a place like this. They retreat into their shells. Stay back in their beds, because they feel there's no use trying anymore." He gives me a casual glance over his shoulder. "You look like someone who's been kicked while they were already down, but you refuse to stay down, and that's really admirable." The observation hits harder than it should. I drain the rest of my whiskey and push the glass toward him for a refill.

Samaira’s dull face lit up instantly, however “But..,” The moment she heard the word, her heart sank A Sliver of hope in a hopeless situation is the sweetest cure to an aching heart All Hearts !!

She asks, curtains of fear hanging heavily on her face and in her eyes. Sometimes, it is good not to lean so much on the bright side. Being optimistic can be too dangerous at some point. Embracing positivity at this point may not be a very good sign. We must remain open-minded about anything. I mean, we already have the red flag that things are not cool. The flames we saw hours ago are enough to prove that there is fire somewhere. If we remain complacent, we will most definitely get burned. It is always said that we must be able and willing to embrace change, no matter how it comes. We should always change with change.

He talks less, works more, spending more time in his study. “ oh you didn’t tell me about it earliar. Did you talk to him?” josh said with his husky voice… I didn’t hold in now. “ well I am not the only one to hide things isn’t it.” Hearing this, he was shocked. He definetly didn’t expect that with me. “ I didn’t hide it. I was gonna tell you. I was waiting for the right moment.” This made me extremely furious. “ there it is. The most used phse of the century. ‘Waiting for the right moment.’ When is the exactly right time? And how can other person decide that for anyone else.” I blabbed it out

What if… I swear, those two words were more addictive than crack. I clung to them neurotically, imaging everything that could be while completely ignoring how it really was. It’s funny, but I think having too much hope actually made a person even more of a hopeless case. Because that’s what I was: absolutely hopeless.

Something like hope. Something dangerous.

Just optimization. My daughter was dead. Not physically. Worse. Mentally. Spiritually. Completely. The girl I loved was gone. Replaced by thing wearing her face. Using her voice. Living her life. But not her. Never her. Not anymore. Dr. Zhao opened the door. "You can go. All of you. We have what we need. Hope will serve us. The research will continue. The optimization will proceed. You have no power here. No leverage. No hope. So go. Run. Hide. Live what remains of your pathetic, unoptimized lives. While we build perfection. While we create paradise. While we win. Forever."

But certainty was a luxury I could not afford. So I held onto hope. Fragile. Desperate. Probably foolish. But mine. And that would have to be enough. For now.