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ELEANOR'S POV:

"Are you coming?" I glanced at the man sitting on the driver's side of the car, his body seemingly frozen despite the warmth of the afternoon sun.

I grappled with the thought of advancing towards him and moving forward to our destination. But I stayed still and held back my tongue as the man's figure began shifting. I could hear the deep breaths he heaved and sense his fingers quivering slightly.

The door opens, retching a man with an ashen face, his muscles tightly gripped by the black suit he was wearing. He looks at me and smiles, obviously forcing his lips to. But I did the same as I held out my hand for him to clasp.

This isn't easy for the both of us and as we walk on the footpath, the thrashing within my chest informed me of the fact that it will never get any better for us. Coming to this place will never be easy.

Then again, how could it be any easier? When breathing the cool air felt like taking in nails through your nose. When stepping on the grass felt like