𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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BUFFY HAS BEEN Ellie's best friend since they were in diapers.
Her earliest memories include her sister giggling at her side while they clambered over their respective fathers’ legs, two little girls still not old enough to know the world exists outside of their homes and families. There were days Randy and Julie would watch Ellie-Marie, days that often turned into sleepovers because neither she nor Buffy wanted the fun to be over yet. It didn't matter what they were doing. As long as it was together, it was what they wanted.
Juno, older and yet not as wiser as he once acted, had almost been like the elder brother Ellie didn't have. It was like a second home, the Meeks-Macher residence, with her own second family. Uncle Randy, aunt Julie, Juno and Buffy, they were safe people. Buffy is Ellie's sister. Where one ends and the other begins is a blur of laughter and long summer days with their legs kicked up against the wall, faces covered in the delicate pink of strawberries while their hands stuck together after struggling to peel oranges. Ellie will stick up for Buffy when the entire world seems to be against her. For her, Ellie thinks she could defy God.
The only thing that doesn't line up with their sisterhood is fighting. Buffy's anger has never been aimed Ellie's way, Ellie has never been the type to be truly enraged.
(There was one time not so long ago that she was. When it was over, when Tara pulled her from Amber's corpse, when the fog of hate lifted, Buffy was in the corner. Bloodied, bruised, but blessedly alive.
