I Was Hoping Novels & Stories

Never. I hoped with everything in me that she was right.

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

But something else. Hope.

Will it always be like this? I really, really hoped not.

I didn’t know what had happened, but I felt a surge of hope. Maybe I wasn’t as helpless as I thought. Let me know if this works or if you’d like adjustments!

I offer. I hope they have a solution.

But something in me whispered… It’s okay to hope again.

I had even allowed myself to hope. That hope felt foolish.

But my eyes kept drifting to the doorway, hoping— No. Not hoping. I wasn't hoping for anything.

But I was ready. Or at least, I hoped I was.