Novel & Cerita Optimism

I asked, almost in a whisper. He glanced at me, then back at the book. “Because I believe in Him,” he said softly, smiling—not a smug smile, but something distant, full of warmth I could never seem to hold on to. God. I believe in Him, too… but maybe not the way Hade does. Maybe not enough. Not anymore. “And someone taught me to be an optimist,” he added. “I’m really glad she did.” There was something in the way he said she—a soft reverence, like the memory still lit something in him. It made me ache. I wonder if anyone would ever speak about me like that.

Her underlying question was evident. Trying to instill a glimmer of optimism, Anita softly added, "Don't lose hope just yet, Yifa. There might be more to this situation." She was always the one to hold onto optimism, regardless of the circumstances. I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have such amazing friends, and all I desire for them is to find partners who are the complete opposite of mine. Whether they're wealthy or not is irrelevant; what truly matters is their kindness and patience. I firmly believe that as long as my friends encounter such qualities in their mates, they will find happiness.

“Miracles don’t happen to me.” My heart sank, deep into the ocean of fear. Nowadays, he has become pessimistic, speaking like a sad drunk poet. I couldn’t blame him; with what had happened with his father and mother’s deaths, that’s enough to change anyone. “Let’s not be optimistic. Let’s look for a silver lining.” I refused to give up. I was still clinging to the little hope that wasn’t there. The thought of that man walking free sickened my stomach, and it brewed a nausea.

"I know. But first we need to rest and recover and figure out what they are really planning." "They are planning to break us." "Then we do not break. We survive this and we get stronger and when they think they have won we destroy everything they built." He looked at me and something in his expression softened. "When did you become the optimistic one." "About five minutes ago when I realized that giving up means they win and I am not letting them win." I lay down next to him on the narrow bed and he put his good arm around me and pulled me close. The bond hummed contentedly at the contact and I felt some of our shared pain easing as we held each other.

He’s family and I want him to feel like it. I know things were tense with his, but maybe this time it will be a little better. They will see he found his place and he’s happy. I’ve always been a bit of the optimistic. That is not changing.

After we hang up, I feel something I haven't felt in weeks. Hope. Not the naive kind that ignores reality. The hard-won kind that chooses to fight for something even when the odds are terrible. We're not giving up. Not yet. We're going to try. Really try.

Optimist never talks about his troubles, instead, he’s always willing to be a good listener and help out a friend. “Why are you doing this buddy? What are you after?” Rhett muttered to himself as he watched Optimist talking to someone on the phone. And then when Optimist saw him, he raised a hand in greeting and Rhett waved back with a forced smile. He checked his pocket for his phone and he started typing so fast to a nameless contact. “I need a background check”

her face pales when she looks at the headstone behind his shoulder. Mahone steps closer to her, "Samlin." She looks at him, "What?" "Can I give you a hug?" She strangely tilts her head to him, frowning a little at his sudden question. "Why?" "Well_" he rubs the back of his head awkwardly, twitching his lips. "They say__ it can comfort someone in a loss, when you hug them passionately." She continues to frown, then suddenly smiles. "Fine. Give me a hug."

I had never been more scared of losing a person than I was right now, he was all I had now. “I don’t know”. He replied. He guided me gently so I was facing him. “I don’t know, but I’d like to believe that we have long enough live, to be happy”. He said to me. “I’d like to think we have a lot of time to make things better”. I nodded. His optimism was contagious, or it was so because I desperately needed to hear something positive. “You will be alright, Alexa, we will be”. And I nodded once more.

A spark of something forward-moving. Hope.