I want to go home but home is where her stuff is. Home is where she is. And if I see her I know I won't be okay. Being here i can pretend she's there waiting for me. She's busy at work, that why we don't talk. Being away is helping me be delusional. I know the minute I go home the delusion will be over.
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Eleanor's Journal
Ficção GeralThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death
