Wishing Upon Hope.

Charlotte never complained or moaned when I called her in the middle of the night. She knew that I struggled with being alone in a house buried under a lack of love and understanding. I remember each phone conversation, how many times silence kissed the air between us yet she still savored the time we spent without words. I realized she was waiting, always patient, always ready for me to talk. No matter what it was about.

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[2:51 AM]

"Char, what would you do if you had a thousand wishes?"

"I'd use them all on you."

"Wh- what? All of them?"

"Yes, each one."

"Why?"

"Because you are worth that much. Even more. And a million wishes couldn't fulfill how much I want to help you, be there for you every single second. I love you. That is the one thing I'm sure of more than anything in this world."

"And I love you too. So much."

I kept her on the phone for a few hours more as she began to hum to me. Not a specific tune, not from a certain song, but it was comforting. It was the most calm I had ever felt, like I was sleeping on the shore and the waves were lulling me into peace.

And I somehow fell asleep looking ahead to my future instead of staying stuck in my past.

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Excerpt from the novel I'm starting. Written in the perspective of a man named Jonathan.