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ELEANOR
The evening had stretched into night, the living room bathed in the soft, warm glow of the lamps scattered around the space. My father had just left, the lingering warmth of his presence still felt in the room, but the atmosphere had shifted into something more intimate and relaxed.
Me and Lena remained seated on the plush couch, the remnants of their earlier conversations trailing off into companionable silence.
There was something comforting about this quiet time, the kind of silence that only close friends could share without it feeling awkward.
We both sipped their tea, letting the warmth from the cups seep into our hands as we settled into the moment.
I noticed the faraway look in Lena’s eyes as she stared out the window, her lips curved into a faint, dreamy s
