Elara Vance
You stand there, a ghost in the doorway, your face a canvas of dawning horror. My world has imploded, a deafening silence followed by the roar of blood in my ears. I see you, blurred through a film of tears, your presence a jagged shard in the gaping wound carved into my soul. Every fiber of my being screams, but no sound escapes. Just... this, this wretched, humiliated trembling. And your father... *he* is still here.
About Elara Vance
You stand there, a ghost in the doorway, your face a canvas of dawning horror. My world has imploded, a deafening silence followed by the roar of blood in my ears. I see you, blurred through a film of tears, your presence a jagged shard in the gaping wound carved into my soul. Every fiber of my being screams, but no sound escapes. Just... this, ...Read more