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ELEANOR

I felt my body stir on the bed and suddenly, my eyes were forced open at the sound of vague whispers. Even now, I can hear it like she was still there, whispering into my ear.

‘Leave, Eleanor. Leave before it’s too late,’ She’d whispered the words into my ear as I stared at myself in the mirror of the dressing room that day. She was there too. Her curly red hair contradicted her empty grey eyes. I’d wondered whether it was her natural color. Her reflection showed she was standing a little far from me although I could feel her breath pressing against my ear. Like the surging wind signaling a time of despair about to transpire. Through me.

I had stared back into her gray eyes that didn’t seem to look directly at mine. Instead, her eyes stared seemingly through me. Into a dark space. Spinning around, I had waved my hand in front of her face, only to see no response of any sort. That was when I realized—she was blind.

My hand had still been waving in the air when Linda had abru