Her Name Was Ellie

Chapter 4

I never saw her again. For the longest time, I would look for her in crowds, or walking down the street. I still smile every time I see a flash of red-orange curls. I've taken up walking to wherever I have to go when possible, and I carry a notebook with me, just in case I see something I'd rather not forget.

I leave a bowl of cat food out behind the studio for the times a certain charcoal-colored cat decides to visit.

Sometimes it still surprises me that within half a day, a complete stranger managed to impact me so greatly. She opened my eyes before I'd even realized they were closed. The world is a more colorful, vibrant place now.

I used to wish that I could see her again, but I think that just having that one day with her really made me appreciate things more. I'm glad that I got to meet her. I hope that everyone meets their own Ellie someday, and their experience is as incredible as mine was.

I've never met anyone like her. Then again, I did meet her in a cupboard.