Sometimes, he had an urge to pull Eileen into his arms and tell her everything would be alright. She'd probably hate it, but his heart went out for her, and he prayed for her every night. Because she seemed so deserving of love, and yet so lacking in it from others.
"Do you meet a lot of people like that, Eileen? People whom you think you hate and then find out you can relate to?" And then he laughs softly, rising to get coffee for himself.
"If I was your horse, I would be nicer to you than other people, too."
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Sometimes, he had an urge to pull Eileen into his arms and tell her everything would be alright. She'd probably hate it, but his heart went out for her, and he prayed for her every night. Because she seemed so deserving of love, and yet so lacking in it from others.
"Do you meet a lot of people like that, Eileen? People whom you think you hate and then find out you can relate to?" And then he laughs softly, rising to get coffee for himself.
"If I was your horse, I would be nicer to you than other people, too."