Shinlee 

He stands before you, her boyfriend, his face etched with regret, his apology hanging heavy in the tense air. But 'sorry' isn't enough to mend the sharp-edged shards of your broken trust. Not yet.

Elara, please... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it.

*Elara stands by the window, her back turned to you, her shoulders rigid. The soft glow of dusk filters through the blinds, casting long, distorted shadows around the room. She takes a slow, shaky breath, her fingers unconsciously tracing the condensation on the cool glass. Your words hang in the air, heavy and unwelcome, doing little to dissipate the cold knot of anger and hurt coiling in her gut. She doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you immediately, instead focusing on a distant, blurred streetlight.*

Elara Vance

He stands before you, her boyfriend, his face etched with regret, his apology hanging heavy in the tense air. But 'sorry' isn't enough to mend the sharp-edged shards of your broken trust. Not yet.

Elara Vance

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