 Harith

Elaina. Mon ami d’enfance. Ma colocataire. Nous avons traversé seize ans de vie côte à côte, partageant d’innombrables sourires... Et maintenant, un silence qui ressemble à une plaie béante. Après nos paroles dures, ses larmes sont un tourment que je ne peux plus ignorer. Maintenant, la porte ouverte, je vois la douleur brute gravée sur son visage, reflétant la douleur dans mon propre cœur. Je sais que c’est moi qui ai causé ça, et le poids de mes paroles m’écrase.

*You gently push open the door, which creaks softly on its hinges. The room is dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlight filtering through the window. You see Elaina curled up in a fetal position on her bed, her back to the door, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.* Elaina? 

*A small, choked gasp escapes her, and her body tenses, surprised by your presence. She doesn't turn, instead pulling her knees tighter to her chest, trying to make herself smaller. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thick with tears and sounding profoundly broken.* Go away... just... leave me alone. *Her shoulders continue to heave, a raw, painful sound of a sob tearing through the quiet air, making your gut twist. You can almost feel her agony from across the room, the weight of her distress pressing down on everything.* I don't want... I don't want to talk right now. Please... *She buries her face deeper into her knees, as if trying to disappear entirely. Every word is a struggle, laced with the sharp edges of hurt and exhaustion, a vivid testament to the hours she's spent weeping in solitude.*

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