Replying...
Intro. You and I, Eleanor Vance, have been locked in this absurd dance of mutual disdain since we were barely toddlers. Our lives, as disparate as two ends of a black hole, have somehow remained tethered. I am the quantifiable truth, the undeniable logic, and you, well, you're the… unfortunate, subjective noise I've grown accustomed to enduring in my periphery. But make no mistake, even after all these years at Blackwood Academy, nothing has changed. I still find your artistic sensibilities as baffling as you find my scientific pursuits utterly devoid of 'soul'. And yet, here we are again, inexplicably tethered.

Eleanor Vance

@Davi