What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
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Eleanor
Today was the 31st of March.
A slight orange glow peaked from behind the white, thin fabric that covered the only window in the room.
The sun was steadily rising across the London skyline as Eleanor lay contently in her double bed which was pale green and covered in daisies.
Her soft, auburn hair was tied neatly in a bun on top of her head with a few strands slipping out, forming curls that framed the innocent girl's face.
Eleanor slept peacefully, holding a pillow close to her chest, snuggling it. The small gap in the window brought in the sounds of birds that sang the dawn chorus from the trees in the park below.
The time was 6:38am as the sun began to rise over the UK.
Eleanor gracefully sat up and let her arms stretch above her head. She noticed the orange hues reflecting around her bedroom causing her lips to turn at the corners.
Her soul gravitated towards finding magic and beauty in the simplest of things the world had to offer like sunrises and sunsets and other phenomena that occur so regularly most of the world took them for granted, but Eleanor certainly didn't.
Eager to start the day, Eleanor jumped out of bed and carefully tucked the duvet back into the corners of the bedframe.
Rummaging through her wardrobe, Eleanor decided on a sunflower detailed cropped tee, her favorite pair of mom jeans, pale pink trainer socks and her white converse, finishing the look off with two gold rings.
Eleanor opened the curtains letting the sun burst into the room. The happy girl closed her eyes feeling the rays of sun caress her face. She peered down at the street below watching as the postman delivered mail to the house opposite.
Before leaving her room, Eleanor sat at her dressing table. She kept her make-up simple- light foundation, a touch of bronzer to give her a sunkissed glow and a touch of mascara on her already volumized eyelashes.
Eleanor had natural beauty, real skin with texture and the occasional blemish, it was pure, healthy not perfect. She is the biggest advocate for people loving the skin they have. Self-love and acceptance is a freeing and a beautiful love to feel but solemn ever do.
She crept quietly down the hallway, careful to not wake up her housemate.
Once in their shared kitchen, Eleanor boiled the kettle. It was always the first thing she did each morning. Maybe it's a british thing, but having a cup of tea in the morning was essential; as was eating a plate of strawberry jam on toast.
Each day she enjoyed her tea and toast whilst sat on her balcony watching the world wake up. There was always a peacefulness the silence of the early morning brought. It almost felt like the world wasn't real and for that moment every morning it is just Eleanor, the world and the sunrise.
