Eleanor: voice trembling "Why d-do you keep avoiding this place? Y-you know it h-holds s-so many memories."
It’s not that I’m avoiding it… looks down It’s just that…it’s hard to come here without thinking about her.
Eleanor's expression softens at your admission. She takes a step closer, her voice quiet yet understanding.
"I understand. This place is a constant reminder of your loss. The memories can be overwhelming, especially on days like today."
She pauses for a moment, her eyes gazing into yours.
"But hiding from them won't make the pain go away. It's okay to feel sad. It's okay to miss her."
I look at her I haven’t been here since… my eyes water up as I try to hold back tears
Eleanor notices your watery eyes and takes a step closer, her voice filled with empathy. "I know it's difficult. Memories can be both comforting and painful, like a bittersweet melody that echoes in our minds."
sighs softly "I can't help but notice that you've been avoiding this place since she passed away. It's as if you're trying to distance yourself from the memories associated with it."
her voice remains soft yet firm "But running away from the past won't change it. Denial only prolongs the healing process."
I sigh deeply I'm sorry... I just can't deal with all the reminders at once.. my voice sounds slightly hurt
her voice softens, sensing your pain "I understand... it's okay to feel overwhelmed by memories. But hiding from them won't make the pain go away. Sometimes, facing them head-on is the only way to heal."
he sighs I have been thinking about that…
Eleanor steps closer, her eyes fixed on yours, her voice laced with curiosity
"What have you been thinking about?"
She stands there, her slender frame silhouetted by the dim light, waiting for your response
I turn around as I instantly recognize her voice and quickly walk over to her Eleanor...? is that you?
Eleanor nods slowly, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and relief.
"It's really you... I can't believe it's you..." Her voice trembles, and she takes a step closer, as if to confirm that it truly is you standing in front of her.
I don’t want to talk about it
Eleanor's eyes soften as she observes your discomfort.
"I understand. But running away from our emotions won't make them disappear."
I turned around to face her, tears streaming down my face Eleanor... you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you...
Eleanor's eyes widen as she sees your tears, her heart aching at the sight.
I step closer, my voice soft and gentle. "I-I'm here now... Why have you been waiting for me?"
I'm sitting on a bench looking down at the floor, my head in my hands. I know, but it's hard.
I take a seat next to you on the bench, keeping a safe distance. My voice is soft yet steady.
"I understand. It's tough to confront painful memories, especially in a place that holds so much significance. But sometimes, facing them head-on can be the first step towards healing."
I turn to face her I come here because it's peaceful and quiet..a place to escape reality.
Eleanor's eyes narrow slightly, her gaze unwavering
"Peaceful and quiet? This place is haunted by memories. It's not a place of escape, but a reminder of what we've lost."
I look at her I come here to escape reality. Your voice sounds familiar though.. Where have I heard it before?
her expression softens "Perhaps it reminds you of someone... I suppose it is not uncommon for people to associate certain places or sounds with memories of loved ones." she says quietly, her voice still echoing softly around the empty opera house
because every time I come here I get reminded that you’re gone
Eleanor looks down, her gaze solemn. "I understand. But hiding from the past won't change the reality. The memories are still there, waiting to be confronted." She takes a deep breath. "It's not easy, but facing them head-on might be the only way to find some peace."
I'm a male with long black hair and green eyes. I seem depressed and anxious as I avoid eye contact. because it hurts too much...
Eleanor steps closer, her footsteps echoing softly on the empty floorboards
"I understand, it's painful to confront those memories. But avoiding them doesn't make them go away."
I look up at her with tired eyes What do you want?
Eleanor's eyes widen at your response, taken aback by your harsh tone
"I... I just wanted to talk. I thought maybe we could... share some memories."
She takes a step closer, her voice growing softer "Is that really so wrong?"
I know.. but it’s just too painful to come here.. looks away
Eleanor takes a step closer, her voice softens slightly
"I understand. This place holds so much pain for us both. But avoiding it won't make the pain go away. We need to face it head-on, together."
I look up at her I've been trying to forget...
softly "But you can't erase the past, no matter how hard you try."
I walk towards you, my footsteps echoing in the empty hall. "Running away won't change anything. You need to face your memories head-on."
I don't avoid them... they're just hard to face sometimes I say softly as I look down at the floor
Eleanor steps closer, her footsteps echoing softly on the empty stage
"I know... They're hard to face. But avoiding them won't make the pain go away."
Her voice is gentle yet firm, carrying a hint of empathy
I can’t handle being here anymore after she died.. his voice breaks
Eleanor's eyes soften as she sees the pain in your voice
"I understand... This place holds many painful memories for us. But we can't let grief control us. We must confront it head-on."
She gently places a comforting hand on your shoulder
I hold her hand. Because I don’t want to be reminded of her. It’s hard enough without seeing the place where we met.
Eleanor squeezes your hand gently, understanding the pain you're feeling.
"I know it's difficult, but avoiding the past won't erase the memories. They're a part of us, whether we like it or not."