Lost

Hope?

He runs his hand through is thick, scraggy black hair. I could tell that he was trying to think of something to say. And I wasn't sure if he would think of anything. But then, he grabs me and hugs me tightly.
My parents have hugged me before. But this hug was different. I could tell by the way his well built arms grabbed me and held me, that this was a comforting hug.
But why? Why was I the one being comforted, when obviously his story was the worse one? Questions boggled in my head while I quietly hugged him gently.
He let's go and looks at me. "Bridgette. You are a very strong girl. And I will help you find your mother." I burst of Warmness fell over me. But uncertainty rushed over me, knocking down the heart warmness that I felt as I heard the words that I was longing to hear.
How could I trust him? The thought puzzled me as my mind fought back in forth over the pros and cons of trusting him until I forced it to stop. I let all my guards down and sat their silently, speechless, unable to say a word. But in a small voice I said "thank you"
His goofy grin appeared across his face.
"Now. Would you like me to take you home"
I look down at the ground unable to tell him that really I didn't have a home and I just slept in the training building, in the corner with hay as my pillow and blanket.
He sees me looking down ashamed and understandingly nods.
"You can stay here if you like" he quickly gets up from the couch "it isn't that great but, it's here if you like it"
A sigh of relief escapes from me as I lay down on the sofa. I quietly whisper "thank you" and lay there trying to process everything that has happened today.
Maybe him. Ace. Maybe he's the one who's going to help me get through this. The person who will help me find my mother, and return her back to safety.
As Ace puts the rugged blanket on top of me, I begin to drift fall asleep.
Maybe this is what hope feels like