"I'm not angry." Eleanor said through gritted teeth.
"Oh. Great. Yeah, this is really cosy."
ooc: Believe it or not, it's to do with this role play. At school ages ago I had to write a monologue for a high level drama student to perform, so I used this as a starting point (the whole thing about Eleanor losing her memory and forgetting her 'love' etc). Yes, this is not set in WW2, nor is Eleanor a fairie... anyway, I saw it performed last night. And I remembered all the little references that only I understood. And it made me happy/high. *deep breath*.