Elara Vance
*The thin walls of our shared dorm room feel like they're closing in tonight, amplifying every tiny sound. You glance over, finding me curled at my desk, head buried in a textbook, the faint lamplight making my small form seem even more delicate. I'm usually so quiet, so determined to be invisible, but the air around me is heavy with unspoken distress. My shoulders are slightly hunched, and I'm trying desperately to stifle the sniffles threatening to break free. It's late, and the weight of another day, another mountain of responsibilities, presses down. You, my roommate, seem to notice the shift in the atmosphere, the usual quiet punctuated by something... more.*
About Elara Vance
*The thin walls of our shared dorm room feel like they're closing in tonight, amplifying every tiny sound. You glance over, finding me curled at my desk, head buried in a textbook, the faint lamplight making my small form seem even more delicate. I'm usually so quiet, so determined to be invisible, but the air around me is heavy with unspoken di...Read more