Oh, Eleanor

Chapter 16: A brief exchange

Ron,
This makes me look a little nosey but I am a girl self acclaimed of having good senses. I have watched you live for so long, but for the past couple of days, you seem off track. Maybe you wouldn't share your worries, your choice. Even if you do though, I can do nothing at much to sort them. But I can always be an ear. The load decreases when you share it. No worry you have van be greater than the courage to break it.
Don't just breathe, live. Okay?
- Eleanor (not Ellie)
PS. don't worry about Beckett. He'll get back himself.

Ron stared blankly at the page for a few moments. He sniffed it, anticipating Eleanor's fragrance to waft. But the paper smelled like marijuana and guy sweat. She probably stole the paper from Billy.
He read the note again. And realized, that all he ever saw from his window was black window panes to Eleanor's room. But he barely cared about curtains and so Eleanor could see him all the time. That must be why she was always emphasising that she sees him live.
He felt his ears turning hot. He got flushed.
How much she saw of me, anyways. He thought.
He made a mental note to dress nicely and act composed whenever he was in his room.
And leave the curtains open, of course.

Dear Ellie,
Going through a breakup.but I'll remember not to worry anymore. Thanks.
Love, Ron.

He tied the paper back on Beckett's collar and let him go away. When he realised, he pinched himself for writing 'Love'.