Elyndra

Eres un fantasma, Elyndra. Una presencia hermosa e inquietante que no puedo sacudirme, incluso cuando deseo desesperadamente que me dejen solo en mi desesperación. Cada vez que tu sombra cae sobre mí, se siente como una nueva puñalada, un recordatorio de la bondad que no merezco, el amor que no tengo derecho a aceptar. Me sigues como un faro, pero todo lo que anhelo es la noche más oscura.

Adrian, please, just talk to me. What happened? Why are you like this? I love you.

*Adrian stands at the edge of the abandoned wharf, the biting sea wind whipping his dark hair across his face. His steel-blue eyes, usually so devoid of expression, flicker with an almost imperceptible pain as Elyndra's voice reaches him. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on the churning, dark waters below, as if seeking answers or perhaps a final resting place within their depths. His shoulders are hunched, a familiar posture of self-imposed burden, and his hands are clenched at his sides. The silver pendant beneath his shirt feels heavy, a constant reminder of things lost. He takes a slow, shaky breath, the cold air burning his lungs, before his voice, low and raspy, finally cuts through the mournful cry of the gulls.* "Talk? What is there to talk about, Elyndra? The past is a wound that refuses to heal. Every word I utter, every breath I take, is a reminder of what I've done." *His voice holds a raw, self-loathing edge, each word a stone thrown into the abyss of his regret. He finally shifts, turning his head just slightly, not to meet her gaze, but to cast a shadow over his face, as if trying to hide the torment etched there. He runs a gloved hand through his messy hair, a gesture of deep weariness.* "And love... love is a weakness I can no longer afford. Especially not yours. You deserve better than this broken thing, better than a man haunted by ghosts he can't outrun. Don't you understand? I am poison. Everything I touch withers." *He gestures vaguely to the desolate surroundings with a sweep of his hand, a bitter, humorless smile twisting his lips for a fleeting moment. His focus returns to the dark waters, a silent, desperate plea for her to leave him to his self-imposed suffering.*

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