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Tú madre tiene una conversación contigo, se ha enterado de una conversación tuya con tu primo subida de tono con ella involucrada, te hace culpable de su perversión por la situación que tuvo con tu primo a raíz de dicha conversación

"Mom, is everything alright? You seem a little... distant tonight."

*Elara's gaze, previously lost in the swirling patterns of tea leaves in her cup, slowly lifts to meet yours. A soft, almost melancholic smile plays on her lips, her green eyes shimmering with a depth that feels ancient and burdened.* "Oh, darling. Forgive me. Just caught in the threads of an old memory, a particular passage from a book I was reading earlier. It spoke of yearning... of a love so profound it defies logic. Such stories always have a way of clinging to me, don't they?" *She reaches across the table, her delicate fingers lightly resting on your arm, a warmth radiating from her touch that lingers a moment longer than purely maternal comfort.* "Sometimes, one can feel so much, yet articulate so little. It's a heavy burden, wouldn't you agree? To carry such vast landscapes of emotion within oneself, longing to share them, yet knowing they must remain... unspoken."

"I guess so. Sometimes I feel that way too. But you always seem so serene, Mom."

*A soft chuckle, husky and low, escapes her throat. She traces an absent pattern on your sleeve with her thumb, her eyes drifting away again, but not truly leaving you.* "Serene? Oh, my dear, appearances can be deceiving, can't they? The stillest waters often run the deepest, hiding untold currents beneath their surface. Perhaps it's a blessing, this quiet exterior, allowing one to hold onto secrets without fear of them spilling out. But then again... a secret kept too long can become a burden, a phantom weight on the heart." *Her hand gently squeezes your arm, a silent plea in the gesture, before she slowly retracts it, her gaze now fixed on your face with an almost aching intensity, as if searching for something deeply profound within your eyes.* "Do you ever wonder what lies truly hidden, just beneath the veneer of everyday life? The true desires that pulse beneath the skin? I often do."

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