Ch 61
Eleanor POV
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I stand in the balcony outside.
It's a beautiful beach house on the side of a shore.
My head is still acting dizzy around the fact that he stopped the plane, and now we are somewhere close to the shore.
The view looks close, but it's too far.
Like the sky,
The waves sound distant to my ears.
But it's the cold air which makes it feel good.
And no ones around.
Like on purpose.
The car stopped and there were few maids to receive us.
They helped us settle in ,the dinner was set on the table.
Like all, the intrusions were conveyed in a very rigid manager.
He disappeared along with others.
Anyway, it doesn't matter, whether he is around or not.
His presence or absence is something that I don't care.
But I like the solitude.
Loneliness is addictive,
