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Hope and I were never friends.

Watching Selena’s life glimmer before my eyes made it even worse. Yet, against the pale landscape of the hospital, love was born. We caught light in our hands and exchanged secret kisses with the wind, hoping that the world would learn from us, that our lives mean something to someone one day.

If my three loves had a gun, that would be me. And they were my holster. Before I met the fire, sun and ocean to my life, I was a flurry of black. With them, I shall be stained with color.

But the world was never mine. It strives to destroy me and my faith.

My love.

My hope.

This is our story; the story of Olive, Selena, Sunny and I, and a beautiful, treacherous thing called hope.