Ever crossed her arms and scowled lightly at Ignatius. He was doing it again. Having someone want to know about how she was feeling was a bit unsettling. But she couldn't deny the sense of trust that she shared with him. It was easy to talk to him, unlike everyone in the life that she had led before this.
"You seem very interested in my feelings. It's odd." She remarked, leaning against the picket fence of a random house. Her eyes drifted to the sky and the small frown returned to her face. "Alright. I'm jealous of you. I know that it sounds stupid, but you don't realize what you had. You had someone who cared about you, who honestly cared about your well-being. That isn't something that money can buy. You may think that being rich is great, but money can't buy love. And that's exactly what you had."
She pressed her lips together tightly at the end of her speech to cut off her rambling. For a moment, she was shocked. How had that all spilled out? She was usually good at locking things away. An embarrassed blush dusted her cheeks as she held out her hand for the newspaper.