The Girl & The Hound | Winter Soldier
Ordinary; the very mention of the word antagonised her without doubt if she was the following noun. To be ordinary- to be so undistinguished, seemed too much of a status with a motive to diminish her than an actual statement on a file. It usually left her seething in a mental pool of rage, grinding her jaw as the word grinded her nerves. But the irony of it all was that she was infact a hollow body, missing a vital purpose or of course, less dismissively put; ordinary.
Ordinary Sawyer Emerson had always felt herself compensating for the void she never felt she filled, volunteering galore and globally to create a difference. Even despite meeting thousands of new faces on her journeys, she'd still fall into bed each night with a painful ache of unimportance. Her kindness and good heart rendered her just a face in a crowd that one could use if they ever needed something which continuously left her feeling like a cup holder for the world.
But all it took was one attempted murder, one stray hound and one broken man to flip her entire introverted existence and toss it onto its head. Being ordinary was her curse, but it was his only yearning.