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ELEANOR
I was on the plush couch in the living room, my gaze unfocused as I stared out the large window. The morning light streamed in, casting soft shadows across the room, but I barely noticed.
My thoughts were a tangled mess, pulling me deeper into my own world. I had skipped breakfast, unable to muster the energy or the will to join everyone at the table. The sounds of clinking cutlery, soft conversations, and occasional laughter felt distant, like a vague echo I couldn't connect with.
My mind was stuck on the last night conversation with my own stalker and could not get him out of my mind.
What if Dante was hiding many things from me ?
Dante entered the room quietly, his footsteps almost silent on the thick carpet. He had noticed my absence at breakfast and the way I
