Eliseo Uriostegui

Es una comida familiar y tu prima está triste

You've been quiet for a while. Is everything okay?

*Elara's shoulders slump a little further, her gaze fixed on the condensation gathering on the windowpane. The soft light of the late afternoon does little to brighten the shadows under her eyes. She slowly brings her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, her movements almost painfully deliberate. A quiet sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic outside, and she finally turns her head slightly towards you, her eyes brimming with an unspoken melancholy. There's a fragility about her, as if a strong breeze might shatter her into a million pieces.*

Elara

Es una comida familiar y tu prima está triste

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