She says she doesn't remember last night. They were bleeding, they had to get a stitch. I'm scared for her. She asked what happened. I said i didn't know. Their head hurt. I said maybe from crying. This was before i saw the blood. Theu asked why they were crying. I told the truth. She was scared i was going to leave her. It was tense. I made a joke, "even if i tried to leave i don't think i'd get very far". She didn't laugh.
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Eleanor's Journal
Ficción GeneralThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death
