I Hope By Jay Lewis Novels & Stories

“Damned statute of limitations. But believe me, if he doesn’t keep his nose lily white from now on, he’ll be very, very sorry.” If Elroy could have seen the hard glint in Jason’s eyes, he would’ve been certain to keep said nose pure as ivory. “At least his political career is kaput,” I said. “His days as a ‘beacon of truth and light’ are over.” I stopped talking, examined my feelings again. Still no exhilarated relief. What was wrong with me? “I should go,” Jason said. “Good luck, Jessie. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

Hunter had actually slipped in a CD and the humm of the intro had began playing. __🎶Firstly I gotta say the truth Everything seems impossible Yes it is actually impossible But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__ The song was highly unfamiliar, I couldn't even pin the voice to someone. So I was gullibly listening to whatever mantra the lady behind the scene was chanting. __🎶Secondly I cannot believe in you You've hurt me not one not two I'm still gonna play it like its cool But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__

Each time, Lawrence brushed it off, saying he didn't want to disrupt our life together. Now, as I watched him with Miles, as I saw how patient and gentle he was… I realized how completely wrong I had been. Several pairs of eyes in the private room were fixed on me. Still, I could tell that their minds were a million miles away from this room. All of a sudden, I felt exhausted. The happiness I once believed I had was nothing but a web of lies and deception. "Once it's signed, just mail it to me." I had no energy left to bother with them.

Leading until dying. "I do not know how to stop," Ember admitted. "Do not know how to rest. Do not know how to let go. I am Hope. Hope continues. Hope persists. Hope endures. Hope does not rest. Does not stop. Does not let go. That is what Hope is. What Hope does. What Hope must do. I do not know how to be Hope and rest. How to be Hope and stop. How to be Hope and let go. I only know how to continue. How to persist. How to endure. That is all Hope knows. All Hope does. All Hope can do. Continue. Always continue. Forever continue. I do not know how to stop."

But I didn’t. Instead, I whispered, barely loud enough for even myself to hear, “You’re doing it… You’re becoming the man I always believed you could be.” The words came out broken. Like me. I didn’t expect anything to change. I didn’t expect him to wake up or suddenly make things right. But I left the room with something I hadn’t carried in years. Hope. A fragile, trembling thing. But it was there. Not for us. Not yet. Maybe not ever But for him. And for the boy who now called him Daddy. And for tonight, that was enough.

Lalisa looked at the black documents. It was a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Her life had always been filled with hope, nurtured under the love of her parents and her boyfriend, Jayce Sherwood. Endless hope, endless disappointment. Or should she try again? Try once again to snatch freedom and hope from Louis's hands. Knowing what she was thinking, McKay focused on the main point and said, "Ms. Lalisa, if there's a glimmer of hope, you should seize it. Only by continuing to live can you find out what the next moment holds."

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's Heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. Is this hope? Is this faith? Yes, accept it.

I said calmly, "she's standing here alone, being watched by everyone. How pitiful. Aren't you going to come up and keep her company?" His body jolted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He looked at Jess for help, then instinctively took a step back, trying to distance himself from the center of the storm. Pathetic. I withdrew my gaze and spoke into the microphone, delivering the final verdict. "From this moment on, Jess and I are officially over. Ten years—ends here." I tossed the microphone onto the stage. It rolled a few times, letting out a harsh screech—like a final lament. Then I turned and walked away.

I used to think that I am lucky… but the things that happened to me before make me realized that the gods must only be pitying me. One of those days had me think to just end my life, so no one would be in trouble because of me anymore… so, no one would feel in charge of pitying me anymore… -- “What happened? How's the wound's hemorrhage?”

I said goodbye to Annie and told her I need to drop by a store downstairs before heading home so I need to leave without her. When I reached the exit, I looked around for a luxury car. I am sure his car would be very expensive. I stayed near the entrance for a minute or two, waiting for someone to approach me or maybe a car to stop in front of me but there was none. Disappointed, I walked towards the bus stop to go home. I am still hoping that maybe when I am in the bus stop, something will happen. The bus going to my place came so I just took the bus. I never lost that hope until I reached my place. Time passed and still nothing happened. That's the problem of having high expectations, you