Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
- Anthony J. D'Angelo
Life has never been easy or simple for Ellie. She was born deformed, the outcast of her pack, abused and shunned. She spends her life running fro...
"Stay positive, all other choices are pointless punishments to your psyche."
- Joe Peterson
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Her house was a quaint little townhouse that looked slightly worn down, but to me it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I saw it as my safety, even if it was only temporary.
Jamie glanced over at me hesitantly, her face looking slightly embarrassed. "Look, I know its not much, but -" She said, nervously glancing at her adorable home.
"No, its amazing!" I cut her off bravely, shocking both her and myself.
She smiled widely at me and nodded, "Well, let's head on in and I'll show you around."
The house, as small as it was, was beautifully decorated. None of the items were expensive, but they were amazing all the same.
"I'm guessing you don't have any other clothes?" She asked, cringing a little at my ripped up shirt and jeans. I shook my head.
Our pack house was overly fancy, you couldn't even live in it without messing it up. It was too perfect and I was mostly to thank for that. This place was much much more comfortable, not to mention it had MUCH less to clean.
"Okay, well make yourself comfortable and I'll go find you something to wear."
I was still taken aback every time she was kind to me. I kept thinking this was some sort of dream. I sat on the floor next to the rug and made myself comfortable like she instructed.
She came back out with a pile of clothes in her arms.
"Oh sweetheart, why are you sitting on the floor?" My eyes widened in realization. "I'm so sorry!" I said, standing up and moving to stand to the side.
"What are you doing?"
"You said you didn't want me sitting on the floor." I said nervously, numbing with my fingers as I shifted from one foot to the other. It's not like I can just start levitating, I need to be somewhere.
"You can sit on the floor if you want but don't you want to sit on the couch?" She clarified and my breath got caught in my throat.
"The c-couch?"
"Yes"
I stared at her with wide eyes. The couch... I've never been allowed to sit on the couch. She looked at me with pity in her eyes as she handed me the clothes in her hands. They were beautiful, new clothes.
"Now I know these aren't the nicest clothes and they're a little worn, but its the best I can do for now."
"What?! These clothes are amazing! Actually, I can't take these. I'm sorry." I exclaimed, thrusting the pile of soft fabrics back into her arms.
