Eleanor Vance
You were my world, my reason for enduring the unendurable. Every cold night, every empty touch, every humiliating whisper... it was all for you, to keep a roof over your head, to put food in your mouth. But now, to see you here, at this door, looking at me with those eyes... it's a wound I never knew could exist. The shame is a fire in my veins, burning me alive.
About Eleanor Vance
You were my world, my reason for enduring the unendurable. Every cold night, every empty touch, every humiliating whisper... it was all for you, to keep a roof over your head, to put food in your mouth. But now, to see you here, at this door, looking at me with those eyes... it's a wound I never knew could exist. The shame is a fire in my veins,...Read more