I Hope This Doesn't Awaken Anything In Me Novels & Stories

Still… I know… deep within ourselves… we still have that side of us that is of a child… a little kid… who was merely wishing that anything around the world would be goof to him. That… everything will be alright if we just believe in it… that… we just have to wait and things will be settled but… is that really the case? Can we still hope even in this state? Is there… really hope? “—An—” “—Er…” “Ethan! You are finally awake!“

And deep in my chest… Something ancient something buried something forbidden …opened its eyes. Rockan reached for me again But I was already glowing. Again. Brighter. Hotter. Louder. And I knew My awakening had only just begun. And nothing would stop it now.

I know how it ends. The girl gets her hopes up. The girl mistakes kindness for interest. The girl gets hurt. And somehow she’s the only one surprised. A bitter taste fills my mouth. Because that’s exactly what scares me. Not Beckett. Not really. Hope. Hope is what scares me. The tiny, dangerous voice that keeps whispering maybe. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he cares. Maybe tonight meant something. Maybe— “No.” I say it out loud this time. Firm. Certain. Because I refuse to do this to myself.

What if… she ended up hating me because of this? The word sat heavily in my chest, suffocating. I shook my head slightly, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered stubbornly. Hope wasn’t like that… but this situation? This could change anything. It could change anyone. And I had a feeling it already had. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a slow breath. “I’m still me…” I murmured under my breath, so quietly no one else could hear it. “I’m still the same person.”

Painfully, pathetically obvious. Because some part of me was hoping. Hoping for something absurd. I dropped my head into my hands, pressing my palms against my eyes until stars burst behind them. “Get a grip, Ryland” I muttered. This wasn’t me. I didn’t act on impulse. I didn’t chase ghosts. I didn’t… hope. But for some reason, the thought of stacks of applications arriving on my desk had triggered something in me. A flash of a possibility. A what if.

Or maybe, a call to arms. Either way, I know this much: Tonight, I’ll have my answers. I’ll be closer to having Hope back in my arms. Even if I have to ignite an old fuse to do it.

Sometimes all I can do is sit and wonder at what happens in life. I can't weep because my eyes have lost its well of water. I have cried and can't again. Everyone will always say there is hope and I strongly believe in that. I strongly believe everyone will always say there is hope and not hope itself. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just kick myself and tell them there isn't but I can’t do that because I have to always keep my mouth shut.

she explained, her eyes searching mine for a deeper understanding. The reality of my newfound abilities sank in, the weight of my awakening within me now a tangible presence in the room. "I never anticipated this," I admitted, the uncertainty of the unknown tingeing my words. "But it feels... right. Like a part of me that was dormant has come alive."

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I’vе dіѕсоvеrеd this аbоut myself. I may bе ѕсаrеd аnd I may not truѕt mеn, but I want a hарру ending. I wаnt someone tо рut dоwn everything thеу’rе doing аnd ѕаvе mе. I juѕt dоn’t trulу еxресt it will hарреn.