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"We can go back, there is still a chance we can win this. There is still hope of getting back our family and our lives." Homer said with such serenity that it broke me.
"How can you still think that?" I was crying now. I couldn't help it. We had lost too much. There was no chance I would go back. I couldn't bare to go back. Not even the fear and love for my parents would get me on that plane next week.
"How can you ask that of me?" I demanded answers from Homer. How could he ask this of me. How could anyone expect me to go back now?
"How can you still have hope?"
He looked around awkwardly. His uneasiness to answer burned in the air around us.
"I'll show you tonight." He looked me in the eye, holding my teary gaze.
"Ok." I whispered back. He nodded leaving me to my mental breakdown. I don't know how I got to my bed that night. I think maybe it was Fi who forced me into the room and beneath the sheets. All I know is the tears wouldn't stop. I couldn't do this but I couldn't bare to be parted from them all. I didn't think I could take them abandoning me here alone. I think I cried myself to sleep that night.
When I was shaken awake it was still dark. I panicked at first, I didn't know what was happening. Only Homer's soft whisper calmed me. He held my hand pulling me up. I followed him blindly. He took me out to the front patio where he had laid out a blanket for us each. I sat down wrapping myself up tight.
"What are we doing?"
"Waiting." He smiled.
"For what?" I knew I sounded childish but there was no need for him to laugh.
"We are waiting for hope to arrive." There was an honesty in his voice that stop me from snorting and storming back inside. I wanted to see what he was playing at.
"We could be waiting awhile." I pointed out.
"No it will be here soon." He with a determination that left me silent. So I waited curled up in the rug, half leaning on Homer. Slowly the darkness lightened.
"It's here." He smiled at me.
"What's here?" The only thing that had changed was the breaking dawn. The cloud were light with oranges and pinks. The world began to wake around us.
"Hope."
"Homer." I groaned. "What are you talking about?"
"As long as the sun rises. As long as day follows night, then there is still hope. There is always a chance for us Ellie. Always."
I shivered knowing deep inside that something that had long since died had been lighten again. That burning passion, that instinct of survival, that strong hard heart was still beating within.
"Please Ellie. We can't do this without you."
"Ok Homer." I was commended to go back into the pit's of Hell but at least we would all be there together. Homer's faith and hope remain on the dawning sun but mine lived within each one of my friends. Their hearts, their spirits, was what would take me back. They were my hope, my faith.