Eleanor thought about those magical times while reading the letter that the prince left at her windowsill when he left. It seemed as if the air was different with him their, it was sweeter, but at the same time intoxicating. His eyes were like a deep dark puddle of Ink, that led into a kind-hearted soul. Eleanor went on with her day as usual, but things just weren't the same without the thrill, of him appearing at any second, just to scare her. Things seemed darker in the world with the knowledge of him being so far away. Eleanor went back to her apartment feeling sick, she couldn't believe the fact that he was gone, so to get rid of the feelings, she decided to go to sleep. 'It had been a long day anyway.' she thought as she climbed into bed.
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Eleanor VanCottner & the prince of shadows
Short StoryA short story about the strange and mysterious relationship between an Eleanor VanCottner and this so-called "prince of shadows". Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 12, and just thought it would be fun if this was my first book on wattpad.
