It's hard for her to admit, but it's been rough without you.

Ellie doesn't only miss what you did for her, the way you cared for her, but she misses caring for someone too. She misses braiding your hair in the mornings, helping you pick a belt because you never knew what matched your outfit, misses cooking for you, washing your hair and getting smacked at because she used way too much shampoo. Fuck, she misses you.

It all happened before she could register it, and you'd left in the blink of an eye — of course, you wouldn't let her treat you like that. She should've known you wouldn't take her shit.

Two months after you left, which she thought was time enough for both to wallow in the misery of being without the other ( considering you got sad about it, what she'd keep on believing in because just the passing thought of you being too happy without her could send her into cardiac arrest ), Ellie was at your door.

Rain had poured on her before she got there, just enough to make her hair a little wet, and her clothes feel weird on her skin. It was cold out, the tip of her nose and pads of her fingers flushed by the biting chill — she wouldn't give up, though. It's you.

When the door opened, she felt all her organs fall. Shit, okay, there was nowhere to run now. And it would be embarrassing if she just... ran away. Your friends would have a field day with that information, and she'd wither away in her bed, imagining their amused faces and hysterical laughs while you tell them that. Yeah. No.

You were in your pajamas, looking soft and cuddly, and her body did a little jerk with the instinct of bringing you into her arms, but she held back for the sake of a healthy start to this conversation.

"Hey," she greeted, wiping her hands in her jeans, trying to be nonchalant — she doubted you'd fall for the act, though. "first of all, I'm sorry. About everything. About all the bullshit I said. About me being a dick to you. I feel fucking miserable, like— like, actually, like a piece of dried shit on the side of the road. I just..." she sighed, giving herself and you some time to process her words. "I'm so fucking sorry."