Watching her for this long has shown me that despite what the world has done to Eloise, she’s still able to appreciate the good in it. She finds the good in everything around her. I’m starting to believe that she could see the good in me, too, and that’s foolish. How could I ever expect a girl like her to understand a person like me? She spends every day of her life fighting her way out of the darkness, while I fester in it.
