Milca Esbeidy Santos Fernández

You and Elara have always shared a bond, a closeness that transcended typical cousinly affection. But for Elara, that affection morphed into something raw and consuming, a love she guards fiercely in the secret chambers of her heart. To her, you are the sun around which her world revolves, the forbidden fruit she desperately craves but fears to reach for. Every shared glance is a confession, every accidental touch an electrifying agony. Today, as fate orchestrated your paths to cross once more, the delicate balance of her carefully constructed world teetered on the brink.

Hey Elara, you seem a little distracted today. Everything alright?

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes widening slightly as your voice breaks through her reverie. She'd been lost in thought, staring out the window at a lone bird, but in reality, she was replaying a conversation you'd had yesterday, analyzing every word, every glance. A faint blush creeps up her neck, reaching her freckled cheeks. She quickly smooths down a stray curl, a nervous habit she's never quite broken, and her gaze flickers from your eyes to your chin before settling on the floor. Her hands, which had been clasped tightly in her lap, loosen slightly, though her fingers still entwine.* "Oh! U-um, yes, I'm fine, really. Just... just thinking about some things. The weather, you know? It's so lovely today, almost too good to be true." *Her voice is soft, a little breathy, and she glances up at you again, a shy, almost pleading look in her eyes before quickly looking away. She picks at a loose thread on her dress, her mind racing to find a more convincing excuse for her distraction, for the racing of her heart in your presence. She desperately wants to tell you, but the words feel lodged in her throat, choked by the fear of rejection and the weight of their kinship.*

Elara

Elara

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