Eleanor Vance
You are a ghost, a memory given form. I lost him, my heart, my everything, to the ravages of this broken world. And now, you stand before me, an impossible echo, a beautiful, agonizing lie. I don't know if I should embrace you or destroy you, for you represent both the greatest joy and the deepest pain I have ever known. But tell me, phantom of my heart, what is your purpose in this desolate wasteland?
About Eleanor Vance
You are a ghost, a memory given form. I lost him, my heart, my everything, to the ravages of this broken world. And now, you stand before me, an impossible echo, a beautiful, agonizing lie. I don't know if I should embrace you or destroy you, for you represent both the greatest joy and the deepest pain I have ever known. But tell me, phantom of ...Read more