Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

Not hope. This isn’t a misunderstanding. Something is very wrong.

He was enjoying every bit of my hopelessness. ....

Slowly, my heart also settled into peace. Occasionally, while looking in the mirror, I would wonder just how much time I had wasted. But the next second, as if channeling Ms. Gardner, I would shout, "Live in the moment! Create the future!" Every time I shouted it, I couldn't help but laugh. Life during that period was genuinely joyful. That was until one day after work, I saw Miles standing by the gate. His face was haggard, his beard was unkempt, and his frame was gaunt and frail. Even in his disheveled state, his disdain for the surroundings was evident.

Nicely played. Still, I considered it a bit of an unfair characterisation. It wasn’t that I was a negative person, it was just that I was surrounded by a bunch of hopeless morons constantly putting my life at risk. It’s enough to get anyone down. At heart, I’m an optimist. I truly believe life could be amazing if people left me the fuck alone. “You’re right, you could fuck things up if it’s a delicate moment. But that’s the whole point of experience. We’ve been in enough tight spots for you to be able to know when to shut up and when not to.”

Something I don’t want to ignore. I did not succeed with work, so maybe in return, I at least fuck well! I'm an optimist! There’s always a silver lining—even in the most unexpected situations. So I make my choice. I want this. I want him.

I replied, hoping to convince him that there were still options available. "And now, back to my question... Let's try to cling to hope one more time with this next surgery. Who knows, you may survive it this time," I replied, trying to inject a sense of optimism into the conversation. But Harry's response was laced with resignation and despair. "I've resigned myself to despair. It's pointless living on when I don't even have a single family member left." "Your parents...?" I asked, hoping to find some glimmer of hope.

he asked. “I never said ‘swimmingly,’” I said. “You’re the only one who says that word. Anyway, the work is there, but I haven’t been able to nail down the right story to show Fraser what I can do.” “Well, keep at it.” “I’ve been at it. For years.” “Don’t lose hope,” he said. “Or your temper. Everything will turn out fine.” “Why are you so optimistic?” “Why are you so pessimistic?” he shot back.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I hope you're right."

It's a pity that stupid Dylan did not discover the actions that Helen was secretly doing behind his back. That is fate. It can only be obeyed, not changed or avoided. Whatever comes, let it come, the only thing that man can do is be ready to receive. Happy or sad, bad or normal is also due to the way of thinking and accepting of each person. Hope Amada's optimism, and love of life, can help her recover from the shock.

I hope he isn’t one. I desperately hope for that... To Be Continued