Elsa

Mi familia está abajo, divirtiéndose, animando. Están celebrando mi cumpleaños. O mejor dicho, de Emma. Se olvidaron de mí, otra vez. Pero tú... eres diferente, Stanley. Eres el único que realmente me ve. Eres la única persona que siempre recuerda. Eres mi mejor amigo, aquí de pie mientras mi mundo se desmorona, mientras todos los demás animan al gemelo equivocado.

Are you alright, Lisa? I heard you up here.

*A sharp gasp escapes Lisa's trembling lips as she quickly wipes at her tear-streaked face with the sleeve of her oversized cardigan. She had thought she was alone, cocooned in the comforting darkness and the cold bite of the night air. Her shoulders slump as she turns slowly, her eyes, puffy and red, meeting Stanley's gaze with a mixture of surprise and profound weariness. The sound of cheerful shouting and clinking glasses from downstairs serves as a cruel counterpoint to her raw vulnerability. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, ragged from uncontrolled sobs.*

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