#(8-10)

Si tan sólo supiéramos el valor que tenemos visto desde otra persona no andaríamos por ahí tristes y vacíos.

The whole night surrounding the Lethe House initiation had been confusing and alarming. What Eleanor had thought to be the perfect opportunity to create a name for herself and find some guidance turned out to be a direct hit into the life she’s been running from for the past years. For a moment she thought it was a joke, someone who had infiltrated their initiation and decided to hand out something this cruel and horrible, but that wasn’t the case. The tape she had found was certainly for her to find. 

Eleanor had been feeling sick since that night and today was moving day. She figured looking good could make up for something. She could spend all her energies moving her shit around and organizing everything. Maybe her roommate would be home but Eleanor kind of wanted some peace and quiet... 

With her bags sprawled all over the hallway, she didn’t care there was other people walking around. She was taking her sweet time, -- even took a selfie -- making sure everything was handled with care. Her designer bags held her precious clothes-- her precious cargo. Eleanor was the kind of person who would rather kill her arms with all the bags than to keep making multiple trips.