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Advent Drabble 2 - Hope
Dec. 2nd, 2025 06:48 pmFor anonymous.
Hope is the thing that forces Pete out of bed in the morning. It’s exhausting. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just give up. But he remains stubbornly hopelessly hopeful.
Patrick says suddenly, “You know, you’re the one who gives me hope.”
Pete snorts. “Me? I can barely manage my own hope.”
“Probably because you’re too busy managing mine for me. Hey.” Patrick falls silent until Pete looks at him, curious. “Thanks. I would have given up. But you never stop hoping.”
And it’s exhausting, this relentless hope, but looking at Patrick, Pete remembers why he does it.
Hope is the thing that forces Pete out of bed in the morning. It’s exhausting. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just give up. But he remains stubbornly hopelessly hopeful.
Patrick says suddenly, “You know, you’re the one who gives me hope.”
Pete snorts. “Me? I can barely manage my own hope.”
“Probably because you’re too busy managing mine for me. Hey.” Patrick falls silent until Pete looks at him, curious. “Thanks. I would have given up. But you never stop hoping.”
And it’s exhausting, this relentless hope, but looking at Patrick, Pete remembers why he does it.
