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Isabelle bit back tears as she scanned the empty street, the singular working streetlamp flickering in the distance like a fluorescent moon. Torrents of rain pierced through her feathers and chilled Isabelle to her very core, even after using her wings as a makeshift umbrella. Because she couldn’t afford an unbrella. Or a cell-phone. Or, well, anything. Not even her dingy single-room apartment, not after the town’s diner shut down and laid her off. Between the odd jobs she did for neighbors on the weekend and trinkets painstakingly crafted from trash she sold at the town’s market, it was still barely enough to cover her living costs, let alone her mother’s hospital fees.
The thought of her bedridden mother brought another wave of tears streaming down Isabelle’s face, though the rain washed away any visible remnants of her sorrow. Ever since she was little, Isabelle always had to take care of her mother, whether it was treating her wounds after her father came home in a drunken rage, or skipping school just to take extra shifts to cover medicine costs. But despite it all, she’d have given everything just to see her mother smile again like she used to, before Dad left and her condition worsened. And in a sense, she had. But it wouldn’t stop her. Mom was going to get better, and then she could go to college, and become a doctor, and she’d help others get better and buy a house with yellow walls and own a TV and books and houseplants and all the things she couldn’t afford-
A raindrop flew into her eye, and Isabelle groaned. Right. She was standing in the middle of the road with nothing but a small basket of trinkets and a pair of baggy, soaked clothes she’d salvaged from a nearby homeless shelter a few years ago. It was enough to make Isabelle want to collapse on the wet pavement and burst into tears again, but there was nothing left to do but keep walking. So Isabelle bit back her tears and kept putting one foot in front of the other, unsure of where she was going but certain that she had to go somewhere. Anywhere.
Until she stumbled across a familiar house, one she hadn’t seen in years, one she tried to forget about ever since she traded her childhood for a uniform all those years ago. In the dark, she could make out the rusty red wagon that they used to race down the street in, the dent in the gutter they made after experimenting with a slingshot, even the smal mounds in the lawn from the treasure hunts they used to do. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the living room light was on, a beacon amidst the cold, dark night. She couldn’t, not after all this time! But what else could she do?
She stumbled to the front door and rang it, clutching her soaked wings tightly around her shivering figure. After a few seconds, the door swung open, and there stood you, her childhood best friend, shrouded in warm yellow light. The moment she looked into his eyes, the words came tumbling out.
“I know it’s been years and I… we never really talked in high school b-but I wanted to ask if I could, maybe, spend the night here? I promise I’ll leave as soon as I can but I just need to get back on my feet… please…”
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