The fault in our stars

In a time free of time, and under the dark lights of Christmas trees, hope was born from the womb of that despair, the reality may be what is hidden, perhaps our expectations are not right, we prefer to expect what we like to be, but the facts are not as we like, if they were When the tearful endings occupied the endings of the stories, or perhaps the endings would not have been!
In our novel, despair became hope, and hope became despair