M U T E 》d.h

T H I R T E E N

April 13th, 2016

4:10pm

Eleanor wasn't so keen that Spring is just around the corner. Coming along with Summer. She can already feel the air changing. She knew that England won't get much hot days. But when England has unexpected heat waves. That's when she is crankiest. And she's not ready for that.

Her favourite seasons were Winter and Autumn. The cold climates. Her favourite days were rainy days. She enjoys the sound when the rain hits her window. It gives her the feeling of coziness. She could spend all day with a book in her hand, warmth from a blanket that drapes over her legs, with a hot mug of tea that sets a warm, relaxing aurora, whilst the rain smooths her mental state.

Her happiness involves cold climates, instead of warm climates. As she feels that everyone will be happier in hotter climates, and she hates having the same interests as everybody else. Sometimes she feels judged for loving colder weather. But her being herself. She doesn't really care what people think. If it makes her happy, then she will continue liking it. No matter how many people will comment how weird and how stupid it is. If they don't like it, they can stop complaining and do something about it. No one has the right to change her mind.

As she lays in bed, listening to the people on the streets outside having a good time. She feels as if her emotions has been bottled up. And she needed a way to pour it out. And her only way is that she writes it down.

She got up and went into the upstairs office room. She grabbed one of her journals when she noticed an unfamiliar object; A whiteboard.

She remembered how the whiteboard ended in her hands.

As soon as she sat down next to Louise. She felt a bit tensed. She hasn't been the person who trusts a stranger really quickly.

Louise asked her questions, like 'are Dan and Phil treating you okay?' 'How's life treating ya?' 'Do you like cats?'

Eleanor didn't know what to do since she didn't have her pen and journal to write her answers down with.

Phil watched on from his point of view in his seat. He notice how uncomfortable Eleanor was.

'Wait, Eleanor, I have something for you,wait here'

Phil got up and exit the living room. Eleanor was a little confused about his actions.

One minute later and he walked in with something in his hands; A whiteboard and black marker.

'I had no idea why I brought this in the first place. You can have it, I'll never use it again, so.. Here'

She observed the whiteboard before looking back up to Phil, she smiled as she moved her hand to her chin. Thanking Phil in sign language. Phil looked oddly confused.

'What does this mean?' Questioned Phil as he copied her movements. Moving his hand up to his chin.

'That means Thank You in sign language, Phil' Louise added in.

'Oh.. Uh.. You're welcome' Phil smiled and moved back to where he sat before.

Eleanor placed the whiteboard on her lap and looked back up to Louise. Who looked slightly nervous. Eleanor thought of an idea to calm her nerves.

Tell me about yourself, Louise.

Louise's eyes lit up like it was suddenly Christmas. She inhaled and exhaled excitedly. She got into a better position, so she's facing Eleanor.

'Well, I have a daughter name Darcy, she's just turned five years old. I have two cats name...'

Eleanor started to vague out, but still looked as if though she's listening. She started to observe Louise's appearance; Bleaches blonde longish hair, maroon cardigan with a striped shirt underneath. She also has a gap in her front teeth, Eleanor finds it cute on Louise. She could tell that Louise might've gotten picked on because of her gap in her teeth. But she also sensed that Louise is a powerful woman.

Eleanor was in and out of listening to Louise when she heard a noise to her left. She frown her eyebrows together and looked around to her left. Louise stopped talking and looked around as well. They all saw Dan shifting uncomfortably in his sleep. Mumbling something his sleep.

'El.... El... Eleanor, Comeback... El, Are you okay? Your nose is bleeding'

She saw Phil turned his head from the corner of her eye, she also felt like Louise was staring at her. She lifted to her hand to her nose, just to check if it was actually bleeding. It wasn't. But then she remember her little memory. She dreamt that her nose was bleeding. And the person was also named Dan.

She suddenly felt sick. She got up and ran out of the apartment and enter hers. She lent back on her door and slid down until she sat on the ground. She felt tears building up in her eyes, but they didn't spill. She felt like an embarrassment.

She felt the door vibrate on her back. She looked up to the door knob. And the door vibrated again.

She stood up and rubbed her eyes, just to clear the sneaky little tears that escaped. Open the door and saw Louise, standing in front of her with a sympathetic look on her face.

'Hello, It's me. I was wondering if you're okay. Ummm. You forgot your whiteboard... I wrote my number on it. If you ever want to tal-text! about anything. You can text me. I'll leave you alone now. Bye, nice meeting you'

Louise left and entered back into Dan and Phil's apartment. She shut the door and turned around and head upstairs. Past the bathroom and up to the hallway. Into her room and collapsed on the bed with waterfalls of tears. And fell asleep.

Eleanor saw Louise's phone number still embedded on the whiteboard. She debated to text Louise. Her phone anxiety was eating her alive. But her brain decided. Fuck it, text Louise.

She found her phone which was in her bedroom. Typed in her number and saved it on her phone.

Hey Louise, It's Eleanor. I like to say thank you

for bringing the whiteboard back and giving me your number. Sorry I haven't

reached out to you earlier.

A few minutes later.

Hi Eleanor, How are ya? It's alright that you forgotten about me, We're both busy adults here.

I agree. And I've been fine. How are you?

Good good. Hey, I was wondering if you like to go to Brighton with my friend Hazel, to visit my two other friends Zoe and Alfie?

...

Sure :)

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