I Hope By Jay Lewis Novels & Stories

Just then they heard something dissatisfying. “No hope for Ayomide,” Oreoluwa had said. “What did you just say, Ore?” Emmanuel demanded. “I said no hope for Ayo.” He shrugged. “I heard you the first time,” Emmanuel said with clenched teeth. “I only gave you a chance to change what you said.”

Leah looked at the sealed card. Her real name had been spoken in Daniel’s house, in a room where everyone knew enough to pretend they had not heard it. Daniel did not look at her as if the name were a key. That helped. It hurt too. Julian’s voice became quieter. “Hope can be used. That is all I mean.” Leah swallowed. “I know.” She did know.

My throat closed for a second, "you came. And somehow, that's enough for me to keep trying. To keep.. chasing whatever fragile hope I have left." Lysander coming to save me was all the hope I needed to keep trying. That single act was enough for me to try to catch my kite again. So yes, I have decided to try again, one last time. If I couldn't get the universe to answer my last wish tonight, then I would stop hoping for happiness. I would stop, once and for all. I would finally accept that it is my fate to never be happy or loved, at least not in this life.

And if it is really meant to be someday in the future, I hope our paths will traverse yet another time, and maybe then we can have a chance, a chance to happen, although I don’t hope for it is scary to expect without certainty. Where does my faith go? I placed one earbud on my left ear and played a song from Spotify. I was listening to the song, If I Were You by Switchfoot, and was looking at my face in the mirror thinking what to write next. 2020 enemies What a dismal odyssey Hell bound the apathy Is there any remedy? 'Cause we bicker over Listerine With Twitter as our liturgy What a crummy legacy 2020 enemies If I were you And you were me

Love Ivy. I breathed out, my hands shaking and eyes welling up with tears because I had zero expectations when I picked it up. But now, hope was blooming in my chest as I stared at the paper with the neat scrawl in my hand. Looking at it and just seeing everything I have ever hoped for coming through because of it.

The familiar feel of the keys under my fingertips is comforting. Taking a deep breath, I begin to play my second favorite song. Lost Girls. The notes flow effortlessly, each one resonating with the emotions swirling within me. As the melody fills the room, I feel a tear escape and slide down my cheek. This song has always been special to me, a reflection of my journey and my struggles. It carries the weight of my past and the hope of my future. My number one favorite song doesn’t hold hope, but Lost Girls does. Because the rawness in the lyrics and beats, they start out sad, and it only seems like it can only get sadder. Then the chorus towards the end, before the final lines... gives you ho

“As you wish, my love.” Levi seems calmer now, and as we pull up to Hope’s house I am feeling better about the situation. Perhaps Hope can set his mind at ease in a way that I can’t. I really hope so. Hope sees our car pull up and runs out. She looks so excited to see us that it seems like I may get my wish. “Levi, Amber, come in! I’ve just finished Hope’s medicine! And I want to show you what I’ve been working on, it’s terrific!”

A stunning collision of forgiveness and possibility. After school the next day, I went straight to my room, lay on my bed, waiting for time to get going to the party until I’d fallen asleep clutching the note she’d left in my locker: “Hope you’ll come.” of course i was going, i already told J.J that. I’d woken up with my heart pounding, not from fear, but from a dizzy flicker of hope. If even one person who hated me could extend peace, maybe things could change. Maybe I could breathe again.

Me. My breath stuttered. Hope is a dangerous medication; it gets into the bloodstream and starts rearranging how you see the world. I folded the note and slipped it beneath my dress where no camera would find it. It was a foolish, childish thing to do—hide a scrap of paper like some talisman—but it felt rebelliously private, the kind of small theft Dante could never account for.

RPOV Songs: Into Happiness by Phantogram, Bottom of the River by Delta Rae, NFWMB by Hozier Over the next few days, more letters arrived. Some of them were as vague and cryptic as the first one, others were very specific on the group's plans and purpose.