“They’re already in pain,” she says, and the truth of that stings more than it should. “They deserve to have hope for each other.” “Hope is useless.” My voice drops. The mere word crawls beneath my skin, makes me wince at the sound. “It’s nearsighted and blind to the fact that it always fails.” Hope is the name that should be at the top of the hit list. It’s worse than our enemies. Our enemies are thieves, but they come as advertised. Hope is ignorance, a liar, an accidental creature made of fear. And it failed my first love just as it failed me.
