Alone, wherever she goes.
However, this was nothing new.
She carried on through her life, observing those around her, absorbing herself in books, feeling emotions for those who were not real.
However, she longed for somebody to care for her.
They once did. Not anymore.
Alone, her whole life.
Although she was only young, still.
She carried on through her life, observing those around her, absorbing herself in books, feeling emotions for those who were not real.
Although, she did not let it bother her too much.
It was difficult, but she became more and more used to not being dependent on anyone.
That was, until, she met her.
Shy, yet strangely confident, that was how she came across. Beautiful, yet unaware of it. Kind, and optimistic, yet she had no reason to be. She was smart, and thoughtful, and would never hurt anyone, and was the kind of person you just wanted to sit and drink tea with, and have wonderful conversations with.
Her name was Jennifer Honey.
Her name was Matilda Wormwood.
