The Death of Hope
“Hope? What good is hope?” Robert pushed up from the table and looked to the sky, his head shaking in disbelief, “No, wait, don’t answer that, I already know the answer. There is nothing good that can come from hope. All hope does is build you up for defeat.”
An excerpt from a fic I posted on my brand new Archive of Our Own account.
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