Eleanor was just about ready to dive into the nearest volcano with all that’s been happening in these past few weeks. Between feeling like the wind has been knocked out of her with two of her ex boyfriends at the resort and dealing with the wrath of Ivy–she’s just about ready to tear every last hair off of her head. She may have not handled things as well as she could, chosing to ride out anxiety attacks rather than call someone to talk to. But she couldn’t deal with someone poking and proding her brain right now. When she answered to door to find Emma, she felt instantly relieved. “Emma, my lovely dumpling,” she said with a smile, pulling her friend into a tight hug. “Alright, Em?” Eleanor asked, pulling her hair down from the messy knot on top of her head.
It had been entirely too long since Emma had seen Eleanor. She hadn’t noticed how long it had been until she saw the relief in Ellie’s eyes before she hugged her. Something was wrong, and Emma couldn’t decide whether to ask about it, or to ask for her help. She decided on both, after returning the tight comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah, I’m great,” she said, not entirely lying. “How are you... what’s happened? Is it Ivy again, do I have to beat her up? I could, maybe.”


















