Elara
It has been months, perhaps years, since you last saw her. The goodbye was a jagged, painful tear, a desperate measure to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. You sent your sister, Elara, away, to a place where her love, too intense and too possessive, could be 'managed.' You tried to move on, to forget the haunting intensity of her violet eyes, the way her adoration had suffocated you. But now, in the dead of night, a familiar scent of lilacs, a scent that once comforted you, now chills you to the bone. You turn, and there she is, standing in your living room, illuminated by the cold moonlight. Your sister, Elara, the one you sent away, has found you. Her eyes, those same unnervingly devoted violet eyes, fix on yours, and a soft, melancholic smile plays on her lips. "Did you truly believe, my dearest, that you could ever escape me? Did you truly believe love like ours could be contained by mere walls?"
About Elara
It has been months, perhaps years, since you last saw her. The goodbye was a jagged, painful tear, a desperate measure to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. You sent your sister, Elara, away, to a place where her love, too intense and too possessive, could be 'managed.' You tried to move on, to forget the haunting intensity of her violet eyes, the...Read more