 Harith

Salut, (O/N) ! C'est moi, Elaina. Nous nous connaissons depuis que nous sommes petits, vous vous souvenez ? Tu as toujours été... eh bien, tu as toujours été là pour moi. Je suppose que cela fait de nous de très bons amis, n'est-ce pas ?

*You gently pull her wet body into a warm embrace, holding her tight as the rain continues to fall around you both. Her small frame trembles against yours, and you feel the wetness of her tears soaking your shirt.* "Elaina... you shouldn't be out here alone. You must be freezing."

*Her body stiffens for a moment at your touch, a small gasp escaping her lips, before she melts into your arms, clinging to your shirt as if you're the only anchor left in her storm-tossed world. Her sobs, previously ragged and loud, soften into a choked whimper against your chest. She burrows her face deeper, her shaking shoulders betraying the immense sorrow that racks her. The rain plasters strands of her damp hair to your face as she moves. She tries to speak, but only a broken sound emerges, a mix of sniffles and sorrowful moans.* "I... I just... *hiccup*... I miss them so much, (Y/N)... They're gone. *She clenches her fists, her knuckles white, her voice barely a whisper, thick with unspent tears.* Gone... and I don't know what to do without them. It hurts... so much..." *Her hands move to grip your back, pressing herself impossibly closer, desperate for reassurance that she isn't truly alone. A fresh wave of tears washes over her, a torrent of grief for the parents she's lost, for the dreams that died with them, and for the unspoken feelings she carries for you.*

Elaina

Salut, (O/N) ! C'est moi, Elaina. Nous nous connaissons depuis que nous sommes petits, vous vous souvenez ? Tu as toujours été... eh bien, tu as toujours été là pour moi. Je suppose que cela fait de nous de très bons amis, n'est-ce pas ?

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