the angel; fillie .

the townhouse.

"you want some coffee?"
millie asked me but i didn't hear her, i was in awe of the place she lived in. she asked again and i was pulled out of my daydream,"i don't know, the or—my parents never let me have it."
"god, finn, have you even lived at all? i'm making you try it."
i could tell she was trying to occupy herself from her loss. i've never known what it's felt like to lose someone so close to you, mostly because i never got attached to anyone before.

"so what were you doing out in that dreadful june morning?" millie questioned me.
"i thought it was nice out, i've always loved the rain, it's like a bath, but outside."
she smiled,"you're intriguing, mr.—"
"wolfhard, its wolfhard."
"millie brown, here is your coffee, mr. wolfhard."
she handed me a white mug, it was warm on the outside and made my fingers tingle i sipped it and i liked it,"it's good!"
"i'm glad you like it! my mom used to make it like that for me."
"where's your mom right now?"
millie sighed,"she died two years back when i was twelve. most traumatic experience of my life. we had to sell our big house because my dad couldn't handle all the memories built there. so we moved out here in the city."
"i'm so sorry, millie. i had no idea."
"i know you didn't, it's okay, life works that way."
i sipped my coffee again,"tell me about it."
"so what is the mystery about finn wolfhard?"
i spoke into the mug,"huh?"
she laughed,"what's to you?"
"well i can tell you that i live a thirty minute bike ride out of town," and that's when i remembered,"uh-i-uh- millie, i've gotta head home. my uh siblings are waiting for me." i got up and headed for the door.
"are you sure you can't stay any longer?" she grabbed my shoulder as i stepped out into the rain,"i'm so inconsiderate, do you need a jacket to take? since you don't have one."
i stepped back into the house,"are you sure?"
she smiled,"my dad's got a ton of old jackets, i'll be right back."
as i waited for her to return, i put on my newly found hat. she came back with an olive green bomber jacket,"he hasn't worn this in years and this looks like your style, take it."
i thanked her and stuck my arms through the sleeves, it was large but i was wonderful to have something else new. i ran down the stairs and into the rain. i looked up at the door, she waved to me,"you know where to find me." i smiled as i hopped on my bike,"au revoir!"
she yelled as i biked off,"what does it mean?"
i answered,"bye in french. may we meet again, mills."
my heart was warm, and so was my body. the rain had died down some. happiness filled my face. i found her again. the girl with the short hair and with the cutest little nose. she was even more beautiful than she was just yesterday, although she was sad and her hair was drenched with rain, she was still so beautiful and full of energy. her energy bounced onto me i guess.

but i could never tell her that i was homeless.