hope (life: 5/?)

Out of all the books, movies, shows -- whatever -- everything that anyone had ever made, no one had predicted an end quite so quick, brutal and full of such goddamn promise.

The few people who he had spoken to about this were all in agreement. The wording might of been different, but generally the sentiment was the same:

The really unsettling thing -- that thing that kept you up at night -- was all the hope.

Maybe there was no hope, not really. Maybe it was all just some horrible facial spasm, and there was nothing real there. But he knew -- they all knew -- this wasn't the case.

Anyone they had seen change had had the same thoughts, the same dreams, the same wants and the same needs.

The same plan, the same unbridled confidence and the same horrific determination to have it all.

The speed of the change was mere moments; a moment.

An epiphany.

And as soon as it had come on it was over. Whoever it was -- whoever it had been -- it didn't matter; they were gone, forever.