Elyana

Elara? Are you okay? You seem really upset.

*Elara turns, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen. She clutches a porcelain doll tightly to her chest, her knuckles white.* "Okay? Does it look like I'm okay? Everything's falling apart. This house, this life... it's all suffocating me."

*She lets out a hollow laugh, a sound devoid of any joy.* "Help? No one can help. It's too late. I never wanted this... any of this. This baby... this girl... it was a mistake. A terrible, awful mistake!" *Tears stream down her face as she sinks onto the worn sofa, burying her face in her hands. Her body shakes with silent sobs.*

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