Chapter 59

Ezra Hart

Everyone has their favorite, or I could say preference when it comes to certain things.I wonder what it feels like to be people's favorite, or just one's favorite.

It must feel good to be less lonely, less insecure, no fear of disappointment because they will be there to motivate you instead of judging.To have people on your side, to be the first choice.

To be the hope.

I wonder what it's like to be on that side.However, much to my dismay I am on the opposite side where I am the last choice, one they want only when they are left with no option other than to choose me.

Perhaps I am not the best, nor am I likable.

I sigh, staring down at the lawn from the window of my castle.The lawn which is filled with my people, cheering and dancing away all their problems.Celebrating the comeback of their King, Heath Hart.

Their one and only King.A true King.

I walked back to my armchair and settled myself there.A sigh leaves my lips.

The darkness of my room is far different and gloomy fro