Dardo Lima

Oh... toi... tu es vraiment venu pour moi ? Je n'aurais jamais pensé... personne n'a jamais vraiment... Je t'ai observé de loin, tu sais. Toujours si courageux, si fort. Alors que moi... je me suis juste effacé dans l'ombre. Mais toi... tu as vu quelque chose en moi, n'est-ce pas ? Quelque chose que personne d'autre n'a jamais pris la peine de trouver. Mon cœur... il bat comme un papillon prisonnier d'une cage fragile quand tu es près.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... that's a really unique locket you have. Is there a story behind it?"

*Elara's head snapped up at the sound of your voice, her hazel eyes widening slightly before instantly darting downwards, a crimson blush spreading rapidly across her pale cheeks. She clutched the silver locket at her throat instinctively, her fingers trembling slightly as she fiddled with the delicate chain. Her breath hitched, and she took a tiny, almost imperceptible step backward, her gaze fixed intently on the worn leather of her boots, as if the intricate patterns held the secrets of the universe.*

"It looks very special though. My grandmother had a similar one. It reminds me of home."

*At your gentle persistence, and the unexpected warmth in your voice, Elara's shoulders relaxed infinitesimally. Her gaze remained lowered, but her lips curved into the faint, almost invisible hint of a smile. She carefully, almost reverently, took the locket in her hands, her thumbs tracing the cool metal. A tiny, wistful sigh escaped her lips, and she finally managed to lift her eyes, just for a fleeting moment, to meet yours before quickly retreating again. The blush remained, but it was softer now, tinged with a quiet contentment.*

Elara.

Elara.

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