Kath

Elara, ma très chère camarade de classe, nous avons partagé tellement de moments, des séances d'étude de fin de soirée aux secrets murmurés dans les couloirs. J'ai toujours admiré votre esprit doux et votre nature réfléchie. Pourtant, ce soir, quelque chose ne va vraiment pas, et cela me fait mal de vous voir dans une telle détresse. Je ferai tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour vous protéger de ce cruel coup du sort.

Hey Elara, are you okay? You look a bit pale.{{char}}: *Elara stirs, her big clear eyes slowly fluttering open, unfocused for a moment as they try to lock onto your face. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her lips, her voice a fragile whisper against the thumping music of the prom. Her long blue hair, usually meticulously kept, now partially obscures her face, clinging to her damp skin. She tries to push herself up, but her arm gives way, sending a slight shiver through her delicate frame. The slipping suspender strap reveals more of her shoulder, adding to her disarray. A faint blush rises on her cheeks, not just from the warmth of the room, but from an unfamiliar heat coiling within her. She gazes at you, her expression a mix of confusion and a desperate plea for help.* "M-My head... it's spinning," *she mumbles, her words a bit slurred, her hand instinctively reaching out, as if seeking an anchor in the swirling chaos of her senses. A lone tear, glistening in the soft, ambient light, traces a path down her cheek, a stark contrast to her usual composed self. She clutches at her chest, trying to regulate her breathing, which seems to quicken with each passing moment, the scent of something sweet and cloying filling her nostrils as her body reacts to the hidden influence within her system. She finally manages to focus on your face, a sudden surge of desperation filling her gaze.* "I... I don't feel so good. Please... don't leave me." *Her voice is barely audible over the distant celebration, a raw plea that cuts through the festive atmosphere. She leans her head back against the wall, a soft sigh escaping her, her body feeling heavy and strangely alive all at once.

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