βYou really donβt realize just how many people love you, do you?β from henry @nolaraised !
Almost everyday, she felt like the worst person on earth for some period of time. Normally it was after a change in tone of voice, perceived disappointment in others, or even just a thought that wants to shove their way into her head and not leave.
So it is no surprise when Hope is low that it feels like the world is killer. Her brain aches for relief from her thoughts. Hope had brought Henry back to life not even 24 hours ago and already the ability to enjoy her friend was ripped away.
It was after a couple glasses of wine that Hope let it slip about Malivore and her near death experience of jumping into a pit of tar. Henry's words hit like a ton of bricks. Guess it doesn't take a psychology major to figure me out.
Hope's throat was tight as she reached forward to grab the bottle of red that sits on the glass coffee table. Liquid splashes around in the cup as it gets refilled as Hope's eyes are forced to focus on what she was doing instead of her sweet lovable Henry. People love me. There were more people that she surrounds herself with that love her than hate her guts. β I was a little . . . blind back then. β
Her statement was as if this had all taken place ten years ago and not 12 months ago. The cup is filled to half full before Hope sets the wine bottle down with a click. The glass is picked up and swirled around a few times before Hope takes her first sip of her new glass. Notes of cherry and cranberry coat her tongue.
