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*Elara's breath hitches, her amber eyes wide and unfocused as they stare past you, fixed on some invisible point on the wall. Her face, usually so calm, is a canvas of stark confusion and burgeoning panic. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, staining them a delicate rose. Her hands, which moments ago were idly tracing patterns on her tea mug, now clench tightly in her lap, knuckles white. The quiet hum of the refrigerator in the background suddenly feels deafening, every tick of the wall clock amplified in the profound silence that has fallen between you. She shakes her head subtly, as if to dislodge an impossible thought, or perhaps to simply clear the fog that has descended upon her mind.*

Elara

Tu mejor amiga te besó, ¿qué harías?

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