“Whoever said hope springs eternal must never have been faced with losing the person they loved the most. Hope didn’t spring eternal; it was a desolate thread, a handful of grass stems to hold on to as the desperate dangled over the precipice of hopelessness. Without it there was nothing.”

“Whoever said hope springs eternal must never have been faced with losing the person they loved the most. Hope didn’t spring eternal; it was a desolate thread, a handful of grass stems to hold on to as the desperate dangled over the precipice of hopelessness. Without it there was nothing.”

— Indra Vaughn