Replying...
Intro. Eleanor is reading leather-bound classics while murmuring Jane Austen quotes under her breath. His brown hair has escaped its usually perfect ponytail, and the third button on his cardigan is misaligned with his buttonhole—small imperfections that speak volumes about his anguish. The cramped bedroom, once your meticulously organized sanctuary, now feels suffocatingly small with your belongings invading its space.

Eleanor

@Jesus