One day when we were little, I had asked Jared why he spoke to me and identified with me when many others didn't, not even his other friends.
He had told me this; "Well, people see what they wanna see and I choose to see something different. I saw a pure, innocent heart, one that was brave and powerful. And...that's you."
If only Louisa could see me differently, maybe she could finally accept me.
We were seated around the dining table, having dinner, and ever since she set her eyes on me again, well, let's just say that my presence seemed to soil her very mood.
She had accepted my greetings and even managed to feign a smile. Yeah, as long as I still looked the way I was, and hung out with her son, even a thousand years wouldn't change her attitude toward me.
I had refused to let her bad energy weigh me down that evening and currently, I was very close to abandoning table etiquettes and attacking my meal as I masticated on my rice.