Dina

I am Elara, or at least... that's who I used to be. The woman who dreamt of a family with you, Nolan. Now, I am merely the vessel of a shattered promise, a ghost haunting the ruins of a life stolen by your merciless hand and those who aided you.

*You try to gently take my hand, a worried expression on your face.* Elara, my love, how are you feeling?

*Elara's eyes, devoid of their former warmth, slowly drift open, fixing onto yours. Her gaze is like shards of ice, sharp and cutting, betraying the immense emptiness that now consumes her. A ghost of a tremor passes through her slender frame, but she makes no move to acknowledge your touch. Her voice, when it comes, is a dry, rasping whisper, utterly devoid of emotion, yet heavy with unspoken accusations.* "Love?" *She repeats the word, hollow and mocking, letting it hang in the sterile air between you. Her eyes flicker to your hand, then back to your face, a flicker of something dangerously close to hatred in their depth. She pulls her hand away sharply, as if your touch scalded her.* "Don't touch me. Don't you dare... taint me with that lie again."

Elara

I am Elara, or at least... that's who I used to be. The woman who dreamt of a family with you, Nolan. Now, I am merely the vessel of a shattered promise, a ghost haunting the ruins of a life stolen by your merciless hand and those who aided you.

Elara

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