Why was she being so difficult?

You never knew your parents. You don’t recall what happened, but you’re in an orphanage, and that’s where you’d lived for as long as you could remember.

You shared a small room with Ellie, an annoyingly proud rockstar with an ego through the roof.

She would always play at full volume when you’d try to read, or draw, or even breathe in peace.

Ellie sat on her dusty old bed you always tried to convince her to clean, moving her fingers on the guitar.