The Good Place One Shot

You went to walk through your girlfriend's home to grab something from the bedroom, but your simple plan was quickly derailed. As you entered the main living space you found Eleanor, which wasn't surprising seen as it was her home, but you found her staring intently in the mirror. One of Eleanor's downsides, which there were a few, was the fact that she was very self-centred, she struggled to consider other people when she first thought about things but would then come around. You knew that she could be fairly narcissistic and did enjoy the odd mirror, but you had never seen her look so joyously at her own reflection.

"You okay, Eleanor?" You questioned.

She didn't respond, running her fingers through her blonde hair, not able to look away from her reflection.

"Eleanor!" You shouted, snapping your fingers by her ear, forcing her to pay attention to your existence.

"When did you get here?" She asked, jumping back in shock from your snapping.

"I've only been here a minute, but it seemed like you had gotten lost in your own eyes," you joked. "I know you're gorgeous but anything specific you couldn't stop looking at?"

Her eyes glanced back to the mirror but moved straight back to you, trying to seem polite but she still wasn't the best when it came to being a good person, I guess that explained why she was in The Bad Place.

"I am gorgeous," she grinned, beginning to fade off into her thoughts again, only to have you clear your voice so that you could gain her attention once more.

"That you are," you assured. "But what were you looking at?"

"Oh..." she laughed. "I was looking at my hair. Before I died, I had to dye my hair every month if not more because of how much grey was in it but we've been here for over a month and there isn't any. I'm never going to have to dye my hair again."

It shocked you how the fact that she was dead and now in an afterlife that was relatively the same as hell but was working to get taken to The Good Place. However, all that Eleanor cared about was the fact she didn't have to dye your hair.

"Is that honestly the most interesting thing about this?" You questioned.

"Well it isn't the clown paintings."

You shot her a look before continuing on with what you were meant to be doing beforehand.

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Written by Charlotte.