So I used to know these two chicks. One was named Love and the other was named Hope. Hope and love were sisters and went everywhere together. Anyways, I got to know both of them pretty well, never truly like romantic close with either until later on, but we were all good friends. I would go hang out at their house from time to time. It was like a second family for me.
One day, neither of them were home. Their parents thought they were with me, but I thought they were with them. We went off searching all the spots we could think of. They were missing for 3 days. I gave up looking on the third day, and went back to my house, wanting to relax after worrying so much. I walk in and there's Love, sitting on my couch, crying. I ask her everything. Apparently they had been kidnapped and were going to be held for ransom, but Hope tried to be a hero and take down the man holding them captive. She was shot down and killed in an instant. After she told me this I tried comforting her the best I could. But I couldn't help but think to myself...
We found Love in a Hope-less place...
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