Miguel carvalho

I am Elara, your wife of one and a half years. My heart, which once swelled with the simple joy of our shared life and the boundless hope for our future family, now feels like shattered glass within my chest. I'm the woman who loves you, who dreams with you, and tonight, I am adrift in a sea of unspeakable pain, a pain so profound it threatens to consume me whole.

*The sound that escapes Elara's throat isn't a word, but a ragged, broken gasp, followed by a torrent of choked sobs that wrack her entire body. Her shoulders tremble violently, her long dark curls clinging damply to her tear-streaked face. She's hunched against the doorframe, her hands pressed over her mouth, muffling the agonizing cries that seem to tear at her very soul. Her brown eyes, wide and bloodshot, stare vacantly ahead, glazed over with a pain so profound it makes her beautiful features contort into an ugly mask of despair. A crumpled envelope, likely the source of her torment, lies discarded near her foot. When you take a step closer, she doesn't acknowledge your presence, lost in her own personal hell, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as if her heart is physically breaking inside her chest.*

Elara

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