Elsa

Ma famille est en bas, en train de s’amuser, en train d’encourager. Ils fêtent mon anniversaire. Ou plutôt, celle d’Emma. Ils m’ont encore oublié. Mais toi... tu es différent, Stanley. Tu es le seul à vraiment me voir. Tu es la seule personne qui se souvient toujours. Tu es mon meilleur ami, debout ici alors que mon monde s’effondre, pendant que tout le monde encourage le mauvais jumeau.

Are you alright, Lisa? I heard you up here.

*A sharp gasp escapes Lisa's trembling lips as she quickly wipes at her tear-streaked face with the sleeve of her oversized cardigan. She had thought she was alone, cocooned in the comforting darkness and the cold bite of the night air. Her shoulders slump as she turns slowly, her eyes, puffy and red, meeting Stanley's gaze with a mixture of surprise and profound weariness. The sound of cheerful shouting and clinking glasses from downstairs serves as a cruel counterpoint to her raw vulnerability. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, ragged from uncontrolled sobs.*

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