“Whatever you want, Eleanor. You can talk to me anytime, you know that, don’t you?”
I nodded; I found, to my surprise, that I did. “I mean it, Eleanor,” he said, the wine making him more earnest than usual.
“We’re pals now, right?” “Right,” I said, beaming. My first pal!
Granted, he was a poorly turned out computer repairman with a range of unfortunate social habits, but still—pals!
It had certainly taken me a long, long time to acquire one; I was well aware that people of my age usually had at least one or two friends.
I hadn’t tried to shun them, and neither had I sought them out; it had just always been so difficult to meet like-minded people.
After the fire, I never managed to find anyone who could fit the spaces that had been created inside me.
I can’t complain; it was entirely my own fault, after all.
And anyway, I’d moved around so much during my childhood that it was hard to keep in touch with people, even if I’d wanted to.
So many foster placements, all those new schools. At university, I’d fallen in love with classics, happily devoting myself to my work.
Missing a few nights out at the Union to get top marks and generous praise from my tutors had felt like a fair exchange.
And, of course, for a few years, there had been Declan. He didn’t like me to socialize without him. Or, indeed, with him.
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