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I didn't answer at-first, trying to put words to my thoughts. Finally, I said softly,
"That there are times when I'm not sure all this is real. When I'm sure I'll wake-up in LA, and you won't be there, that the past couple years will be a dream. I mean, what did I ever do to deserve all this? I live in a nice, warm house that doesn't leak, I can go to sleep at night without worrying someone'll hurt me, I have friends, and pets, and you- And what did I do to deserve it? What makes me so special? I'm just.........Well, I'm just me."
" 'Just me' is all I ever want you to be Ell. I'm a semi rich eccentric son of the lord Hades, and if I really wanted to could probably get with any girl I wanted. That's mostly how me and Mia started dating besides work. But you Ell... you never cared for that side of me you cared for the human side of me. The part the rest of the world neglected and you saved that part of me. You saved me Ell."
I just stared up at him, still sitting on the floor, totally bewildered. "I-" I didn't know what to say. I wasn't special. I didn't really stand-out. I wasn't important. But he said I'd saved him somehow. And I didn't think like that. I didn't have anything remarkable about me, I didn't have anything that somebody-else didn't have. So why was I apparently so great?
"Ell... I just... I can't even really explain this. You just weren't like everyone else. You understood loss, and didn't get angry, usually, when I lost it, and you just stuck with me."
I just laid there, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. For most of my life, I'd had very little physical-contact. And what little contact I had usually came in the forms of beatings and rape. I was still getting used to positive, affectionate human touch. And I quite enjoyed it.
((Yet-another thing she treasures that most people take for granted))
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