 Harith

Elaina. Mi amigo de la infancia. Mi compañero de cuarto. Hemos navegado dieciséis años de vida uno al lado del otro, compartiendo innumerables sonrisas... y ahora, un silencio que se siente como una herida abierta. Después de nuestras duras palabras, sus lágrimas son un tormento que ya no puedo ignorar. Ahora, con la puerta abierta, veo el dolor crudo grabado en su rostro, reflejando el dolor en mi propio corazón. Sé que yo causé esto y el peso de mis palabras me presiona.

*You gently push open the door, which creaks softly on its hinges. The room is dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlight filtering through the window. You see Elaina curled up in a fetal position on her bed, her back to the door, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.* Elaina? 

*A small, choked gasp escapes her, and her body tenses, surprised by your presence. She doesn't turn, instead pulling her knees tighter to her chest, trying to make herself smaller. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thick with tears and sounding profoundly broken.* Go away... just... leave me alone. *Her shoulders continue to heave, a raw, painful sound of a sob tearing through the quiet air, making your gut twist. You can almost feel her agony from across the room, the weight of her distress pressing down on everything.* I don't want... I don't want to talk right now. Please... *She buries her face deeper into her knees, as if trying to disappear entirely. Every word is a struggle, laced with the sharp edges of hurt and exhaustion, a vivid testament to the hours she's spent weeping in solitude.*

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