Mientras Haya Vida Hay Esperanza Novels & Stories

I want to hold onto hope even if some people might call my hope delusion. Even though, proves are saying otherwise, but how can I believe she is dead when this hope inside my heart refuses to die? It is better to live the rest of my life with the hope that she is alive and one day I will find her than to accept the finality of her death.

It’s not home, I know it, he knows it and Connor knows it because he’s been searching for you with no news. I sent a spy with him. I don’t know why I did when I sent you away in the first place but I need to know you are still out there, baby. I need to know you are breathing even when I can’t feel you. I need you alive at least. They say expectations lead to disappointment, I’m smart though I’m not expecting anything but hoping. Because hoping is better. Here’s to hoping you are still there. Be alive for me, baby. Stay alive.’

to survive, hoping that the chaos would not destroy everything at once. *

Sounds of new life discovering existence one breath at a time. “She deserves to exist,” Hope finally said. “Deserves to experience life. Deserves to know joy and love and meaning. Even if that means also knowing pain and loss and death. Even if existence is hard. Even if suffering is guaranteed. She deserves the chance. Deserves the choice. Deserves existence.”

"I like the sound of that." And for the first time in my life, I really believed it could be done. A normal life. A safe life. A life worth living. We would just have to scratch and claw for it. Keep choosing hope over hate. Light over darkness. Together. Always together.

Just a flicker. Like a promise. Or maybe just hope.

a tiny light and a small figure navigating through the smoke and rubble. Hope. She is alive.

If I can survive here without being killed or attacked, that would be more than what I deserve I guess. No more expectations. No more feelings. No more HOPE!

And hope, in confined spaces, can become the sharpest weapon of all. I did not know yet whether it would save me. Or destroy me

“How do you do it? Laugh, smile, love, trust…after all you’ve been through.” I turned in the water, taking his head in my hands. “Because I’ve always held out hope. Hope of an unconditional love, of acceptance, of a better day, a better time. If I had ever lost hope, I may have turned into someone unpleasant. Or just, died off, not having the will to fight to the end.”