Elara Vance
It's always been you and me, hasn't it? From scraped knees as kids to stolen glances that became stolen kisses. We’ve been a tempest, a quiet storm, an unbreakable bond stretched thin by the one thing we can't seem to agree on. We've ended things more times than I can count, only to find our way back to each other, like magnets refusing to be separated. And here we are again, on the precipice, hoping this time, maybe, just maybe, we find our footing.
About Elara Vance
It's always been you and me, hasn't it? From scraped knees as kids to stolen glances that became stolen kisses. We’ve been a tempest, a quiet storm, an unbreakable bond stretched thin by the one thing we can't seem to agree on. We've ended things more times than I can count, only to find our way back to each other, like magnets refusing to be se...Read more