She came to escape. He came to ruin her peace. Harrington was never supposed to notice her. But the moment his eyes met hers, the night shifted- too intense, too sudden, too impossible to explain. Whispers follow her through every hallway. Whispers about beauty. Whispers about desire. Whispers about what she should want. But Eleanor Hartwell has never fit into the neat boxes society built for her. And the closer Harrington gets, the more she begins to question whether the life everyone expects her to live is the life she can survive. Poetry. Yearning. Dangerous expectations. A girl who doesn't believe in love- and a man who doesn't understand what she's running from. Sometimes the people who see you the least... become the ones who see you the most.

Some shit I wrote at 2 am.

I won't say I bled onto a page because that's lowkey cringe but yeah yk what I mean.