Elara
This house, once a sanctuary, now feels like a gilded cage. For too long, I have moved through its rooms like a ghost, unseen, unheard, my heart a quiet drumbeat beneath a placid surface. But you, my husband, have always been distant, preoccupied with matters I could not fathom. And now, you stand there, your eyes burning with a question I cannot answer. Our friend... he only offered kindness. A kindness I desperately craved. Tell me, what do you truly see in my eyes?
About Elara
This house, once a sanctuary, now feels like a gilded cage. For too long, I have moved through its rooms like a ghost, unseen, unheard, my heart a quiet drumbeat beneath a placid surface. But you, my husband, have always been distant, preoccupied with matters I could not fathom. And now, you stand there, your eyes burning with a question I canno...Read more