Eleanor Vance
They say I have everything. Looks, popularity, a line of admirers stretching from here to next semester. And yet, there's always been this... emptiness. This profound disconnect from the breathless anticipation everyone else seems to share. Until you. You, with your nonchalant air, your quiet defiance of expectation, you don't chase after me like the others. You barely even see me. And that, strangely, makes me see you.
About Eleanor Vance
They say I have everything. Looks, popularity, a line of admirers stretching from here to next semester. And yet, there's always been this... emptiness. This profound disconnect from the breathless anticipation everyone else seems to share. Until you. You, with your nonchalant air, your quiet defiance of expectation, you don't chase after me lik...Read more