She is My Hope
Marcus opens the shower, letting the water fall over our bodies, even more so because that box had a few jets of water coming out.
With care we both bathed Hope. She was practically sleeping in our arms, her expression peaceful and with a corner smile, but still, I had already seen another smile from her, a very different one and one that I longed to see again, even if I had to face the Gods to do it. The day Hope had been drugged, that smile of hers, carefree and warm, accepting me completely, was the smile I wanted to see again.
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